Rainy Days

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.

By Shel Silverstein

Abiento x