April Showers for Langston Hughes

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

Sensibility

Street Cents

Oh to be a chanteuse, "je ne regrette rien,"

Edith Piaf my stumbles shall triumphant rend.

Many a busker has sung my tune by the case

of a guitar gaping for coins or dollars. Disgrace

is not in the telling, the selling of a malady

recovered by melody. But in their infancy

my pitfalls are not wistful, they are foreign

to the sweet language of retrospection.

~ LCMH