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.