i open my eyes
and look up at the rain,
and it dripped in my head
and flowed into my brain,
and all that i hear as i lie in my bed
is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
i step very softly,
i walk very slow,
i can't do a handstand~
i might overflow,
so pardon the wild crazy thing i just said~
i'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
came across this poem of one of my favorite poets, Shel Silverstein. felt it somehow was appropriate considering that in the past couple of days it has been raining cats-and-dogs... added some photos that may be enjoyed!