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've 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 handstand 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




Shel Silverstein