Rain
— 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.
A twofer! Source.
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It makes me remember how as kids we would go out to play in the rain. Or deliberately take a walk in the rain. It was fun! Do kids do that anymore??
Yes!! Our parking lot at work is very puddle-friendly and kids are always slishity-sloshing about 🙂
I am so glad to hear that!
Hee!