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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Yesterday was the first day of spring. Today in Portland the high was 39.
Those "silver liquid drops" Langston Hughes refers to in his poem,
April Rain Song, were falling all around.
Three hours away in Eugene there was seven inches of snow. Surrounding areas had
varying amounts. Snow this near the end of March is unusual.
And still the daffodils and primroses are blooming, perhaps bending their heads low in
the rain and cold. Such brilliant spots of color in the dark, cold, gray days.
the rain and cold. Such brilliant spots of color in the dark, cold, gray days.
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Other parts of the country are enjoying spring and summer weather. The Pacific NW is still waiting. How amazing that God has planned and planted this earth and the seasons.
No matter that things get off schedule.
No matter that things get off schedule.
In the end, it will work out just as God planned. I don't mind waiting.
Photo credits:
Top: Examiner
Middle: Register Guard
Bottom: Flower Garden Bulbs
