Imitations

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.

Vivacious Snow

Let the snow hit you

Let the snow smash your self-complacent bloom with an axe-like blow

Let the snow scream in your face

The snow makes rolling bombs of anger

The snow makes thorny mountains of rage

The snow wails, bawls and howls.

Let the snow play with you. 

Desert Storm

Let the sand blind you

Let the sand drill its tiny nails into the agony of your arrogant skin

Let the sand clog your eager ears

The sand cements the cemetery of scholarly desire

The sand buries the living lakes of learned love

The sand screeches and scratches the windows of your eyes

Let the sand have you.