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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

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