rainy days

Rain

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.

~Shel Silverstein 

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! 

happy saturday!