I opened my eyes <br />And looked up at the rain <br />And it dripped into my head <br />And flowed into my brain <br />So pardon this wild crazy thing I just said <br />I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head. <br />I step very softly <br />I walk very slow <br />I can't do a hand-stand <br />Or I might overflow. <br /> <br />And all I can hear as I lie in my bed <br />Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-393/
