I am posting this poem on the last day of April, and this year we have had an unusual amount of rain in April, at least here in east Texas, even for the month which is usually most associated with rain in the expression April showers. Langston Hughes makes this poem a celebration of rain. And quite appropriately, as most people complain about the rain and huddle indoors when it is raining or even if of just looks like it might rain. Hughes invites to rediscover the pleasure of feeling the rain fall on our heads, of splashing through the puddles, of listening to the soft plash of the raindrops falling.
The word rain is in every line of the poem, cumulatively building the agreeable sensation that we should enjoy the rain, and fittingly the final line, “I love the rain” makes explicit what we can already guess right from the first line.
April Rain Song
Poem by Langston Hughes
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.
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