Rain (By Shel Silverstein)

I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain, 

And it dripped in my head 

And flowed into my brain.

“So pardon this wild crazy thing”,

I just said “I’m just not the same 

since there’s rain

in my head.”

I step very softly,

I walk very slow, 

I can’t do a hand-stand 

Or I might overflow.

And all I can hear 

As I lie in my bed 

Is the slishity-slosh 

Of the rain in my head.