Day 157 – Rain on Glass

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

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautiful photo!
    And Shel Silverstein is a personal favorite of mine. 🙂

  2. I love the photo, and now that MR mentioned the author I have to express my love for Shel Silverstein as well.

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