. . . a little Shel Silverstein (yes, I know this is the “non-literary” blog, Jana and Stan. I’m posting a poem here anyway!):
Rain
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
I’m not complaining, though. The rain is a much needed blessing!
I don’t care which blog it’s in. Shel Silverstein is wonderful!