Lisa Dale: April Showers

This year has seen one of the driest springs on record. Last week, fires were breaking out all over New Jersey. One fire, in the meadowlands, set the fragmites on fire like piles of crumpled paper and sent huge black plumes into the sky.

It's very odd for spring to be so rainless. The flowers are blooming. The trees are working hard to turn green...but where's the rain?

Here's a Langston Hughes poem that felt particularly relevant:

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

Wishing you a happy April.

Lisa Dale

P.S. A bit of good news... I'm honored this year to be among the RITA nominees! Slow Dancing on Price's Pier is up for best single title contemporary. Talk about thrilling!