I opened my eyes <br /> And looked up at the rain, <br /> And it dripped in my head <br /> And flowed into my brain, <br />And all that I hear as I lie in my bed <br />Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. <br /> <br /> I step very softly, <br /> I walk very slow, <br /> I can't do a handstand-- <br /> I might overflow, <br />So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-- <br />I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.<br /><br />Shel Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-4/
