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.
The Violet and the Crocus
By Lenore Hetrick
“Is it time to awaken?” the violet asked.
The crocus peeped at the sky.
“Not yet, dear flower!” she whispered low.
“Some snowflakes are going by!”
“Is it time to grow?” the violet questioned
After a day had passed.
“Not yet,” said the crocus, peeping again.
“I still feel winter’s blast.”
The third time the violet opened her eyes,
She heard a loud, harsh sound,
It shook all the earth, the trees and the hills,
And was felt way down in the ground.
“Is it time, friend crocus?” the violet asked,
And the crocus lifted her head.
“Oh, no!” said she, “There’s a wind like a lion!
It’s best that we stay in bed!”
The violet opened her big blue eyes.
“A wind like a lion, you say?
Then March is here! Wild, stormy March!
And it’s time to be on our way!”
So up from the soil the crocus and violet
Pushed their way to the sky,
And the wild March wind gave each one a kiss
As he went tearing by!