29 July 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 1930-1999

he makes me laugh even when i'm green with mildew.


kaye said...

it is delightful

Pascale said...

Love the poem and the picture -- we're shel silverstein fans too here!

virginia said...

his rain poem keeps it all in perspective, for me.

better rain, than wildfires.


Sophie Munns said...

Amazing ....bith image and text...

virginia said...

i will miss the rain, but i didn't miss it yesterday!

"Before you can blame an individual for their choices, you have to make sure they have the same choices as everyone else."

Bix , the fanatic cook.