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
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.Langston Hughes
Some mornings, I wake up with an image or a poem in my head. Sometimes, a song. The other day, it was this picture; today it was this poem. As winter arrives, the world around me is beginning to slowly freeze. Liquids are becoming solids, their molecules sluggish in the cold. Soon everything will be still, sleeping until the April Rain Song returns. Run with joy while you may, and let the rain kiss you!
As a new (and irregular) feature, I plan to start posting some of these morning musings here.
The Human Rights Warrior 
Lovely photo Jennifer!
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Thanks, Nicole!
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We still need to get together one of these days! Maybe sometime in January? We both have a bit of travel coming up but I would love to see you! 🙂
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We’ll make it happen! I’ll get in touch when I get back from NYC next week. Take care!
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Sweet photo. I recognize the fountain. That was an amazing park!
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It is an amazing park! Even more so because Vigeland was working on the sculptures during the Nazi occupation of Norway. Thanks for your comment!
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I didn’t recall that. We loved Oslo. We went to the Museum of the Norwegian Resistance, which was fascinating. How did you happen to be in Oslo?
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My family is Norwegian, so I’ve been many times;this trip was for a wedding. Also, I studied at the University of Oslo for a semester in college. My great-uncle was in the Resistance and actually ran the Resistance Museum until about 10 years ago. Getting to tour of museum with him and hear his stories was amazing!
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Wow! That is so cool! Did your Uncle talk about his experiece? It was a great museum. Norway is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. My sister just spent a couple of months in Alvik, a couple of hours outside of Bergen, as an artist-in-residence, and she learned very basic Norwegian. She says she can keep up with most pre-schoolers, but I only remember ‘tak.’
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