Langston Hughes

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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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the sun still shines

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As a child I cowered from the sights and sounds of a thunderstorm, but as I’ve grown I have learned to appreciate them.  I love a good thunderstorm, the sky grumbling all around me, the flashes of lightening and the downpour drumming the roof overhead, and the windows splashed with raindrops. The smell in the air – I actually enjoy opening the windows during a storm, the dripping from the petals of drenched flowers – I run out to snap a picture or two and the branches swaying from the heavy winds – I’m both amazed and a little afraid at the ferocity of wind.

Grey skies, stormy weather, a sunless day are all a good reminder to me to learn to live with what is given to us, to make the most of what we have before us. I remind myself that while I love the sun shining on my face, a soft breeze blowing through my hair and the bright colors of a clear sky, it can not always be this way.  Weather happens. And I now remind myself that while the skies may seem dark, dismal and dreary overhead right now, it isn’t always like this. I can take a grey day because I know that the sun is still shining beyond the clouds and that those clouds will break soon enough. The sun will shine its brilliant light upon my face once more.

The Rose

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Have you ever loved a rose,
And watched her slowly bloom;
And as her petals would unfold,
You grew drunk on her perfume.

Have you ever seen her dance,
Her leaves all wet with dew;
And quivered with a new romance—
The wind, he loved her too.

Have you ever longed for her,
On nights that go on and on;
For now, her face is all a blur,
Like a memory kept too long.

Have you ever loved a rose,
And bled against her thorns;
And swear each night to let her go,
Then love her more by dawn.

by Lang Leav