The poem we are just about finished memorizing is titled above. Although we are not in April, we are still getting a fair share of rain this month. Today even our 20 month old was trying her hardest to do the hand motions with us.
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 sidewalks.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep song on the roof at night.
And I love the rain.