Rain by Shel Silverstein

Rain by Shel Silverstein



I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head

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.

Rain by Shel Silverstein