Sunday, 26 April 2009


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.
Shel Silverstein

1 comment:

Elf Girl said...

I've read Silverstein's poetry before, but never come across that one. I like it. Thanks for sharing. :)