Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. - Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor — Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now — For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

While over Alabama earth These words are gently spoken: Serve — and hate will die unborn. Love — and chains are broken.

Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.