This is called April Rain Song.  It's not April yet, but I think it works for today. 
A poem by Langston Hughes, one of our greatest African-American poets/writers/essayists. (And I adore him.)
Read it. Read it twice. Read it aloud. Respond to it if you like, maybe 5 to 10 minutes of writing about how you feel about the rain last night, this morning, today. Or a poem of your own about rain.

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