And it is raining something fierce out there right now. Wind too. I rather think we'll be swept away soon, either by water or breath of air. At least its warmer, a balmy 46 degrees.
So, I went looking for a rain poem, something layered and meaningful, something with a touch of complexity. When I saw Shel Silverstein appear on my search page a wave of childish nostalgia lapped at my toes, and I remembered reading to my daughter and son from his wonderful books. I look no more, and share this poem with you~
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.
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.
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