April Is the Cruelest Month, -T.S. Eliot,1922

Monday mornings John's sister Katherine comes to our home at 7am to make breakfast. Today Gillian came along to help. With a breakfast deluge surrounding us, Gillian recited this poem.



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.

Langston Hughes
1902-1967

April Rain

"April rain is here again;

Hear it pitter, pitter, patter,

On the leaves and on the trees,

See it spitter, spitter, spatter.

Rain, oh rain, don't go away

We need you for flow'rs in May;

Drip, drip, drop and do not stop,

Send a little rain our way."

- Nina B. Hartford

"You can always tell it's April
By the sound of falling rain
That mystic, mournful music
As it trickles down the drain.

We're told we should be thankful
For the kiss of April showers
As it washes all the grass clean
And prepares the soil for flowers.

There's another side to April
Which doesn't bode us good,
When that mini, manic maelstrom
Turns the lawn to liquid mud."

- Thomas Vaughan Jones, O' To Be in April