It’s raining here in Los Angeles today. I normally play disc golf at sunrise on the weekend. Not today. I stayed in bed late and then opened a book of poetry by Langston Hughes. I selected this short poem for my reading today.
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
It feels right.
You can read more poetry by Langston Hughes at Poets.org.