Rain

Blog 12.28.09| No Comments

I opened my eyes

And looked 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.

-Shell Silverstein

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