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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It’s interesting to me how much context can affect content.
I started a diary of sorts when I was 13. By the time I was 19 I had only filled one book, but was working concurrently on three others.
Without setting out this way, I had categorized my ideas and designated which book was appropriate for which thoughts.
The reason I was just thinking of this today was I was playing my Rainsong guitar and thought that would make a fun blog name, had anybody snatched it up yet?
The funny thing is that my mind immediately began to form what I would write under that heading. It felt just like a new journal always did.
Hughes’s poem was the first thing I thought of. My girls and I love it. The funny thing is that since song is in the title, they always stop me if I try just to read it.
The name is already taken, of course, which was probably a good thing. I need to remember what I’ve got now is enough. ;)