Shel Silverstein




Rain

    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.