April Rain Song
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.
Edgar Allan Poe
E. E. Cummings
Henry David Thoreau
Ralph Waldo Emerson
William Butler Yeats