Where, Oh Where Is Spring?

April Rain Song
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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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. 
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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.  
In the end, it will work out just as God planned.  I don’t mind waiting.

 

Langston Hughes, “April Rain Song” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 1994 by the Estate of Langston Hughes. Reprinted with the permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc.


Photo credits:
Top:  Examiner
Middle:  Register Guard
Bottom:  Flower Garden Bulbs
 

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6 thoughts on “Where, Oh Where Is Spring?

  1. 39 degrees! In Wyoming it wasn't unusual to have snow and cold temperatures at this time of the year. I remember several springs waiting for the season to arrive. I won't even mention my weather here in Alabama… Isn't it kind of God to give bright spots like daffodils to cheer and remind of the promised spring!

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  2. Beck, overnight WE had snow in Portland. This morning it was 34. I'm not complaining . . . although a small portion of sunlight would be a welcome change. I truly don't mind waiting for God's timing. And yes, it's truly lovely that He should give us bright spots while we wait! Enjoy your Alabama weather. 🙂

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  3. I have never heard this poem before and I thank you for sharing it. I love the line, "The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night—" Sleeping while rain hits the roof is one of my favorite things to do.The photo of the daffodils is gorgeous!

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  4. Jerralea, glad you enjoyed the poem. Langston Hughes writes some of my favorites. That line struck a chord with me too — sleeping while the rain comes down is a favorite of mine too!Wish I could claim credit for the daffies — but we have too much shade under our firs to grow them! Borrowed that one from Flower Garden Bulbs site.

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