Rain

I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain,

And it dripped in my head

And flowed into my brain,

And that I hear as I lie in my bed

Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I sleep 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.

(Shel Silverstein)