My 2026 choice for poetry month:
An April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head
with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
with its pitty-pat.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep tune
on our roof at night,
and I love the rain.
by Langston Hughes
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