Tuesday, April 22, 2008

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,
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.


HomeMadeOriginals said...

I love Shel Silverstein's poems...thanks for posting this one!

Andrea said...

I haven't read Shel Silverstein since I was a kid. He was my favorite growing up.

A Keeper's Jackpot said...

Shel Silverstein... why didn't they make me read THOSE in high school :)

storybeader said...

That's a great poem. Thanks!