I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And poured into my brain,
So pardon the wild, crazy thing I just said—
I just ain't the same since there's rain in my head.
I walk kinda careful,
I turn around slow,
I can't run or jump
Cause I might overflow.
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of rain in my head.
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
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I found a fantastic recording of Shel Silverstein reading this poem on itunes. We've had quite a bit of rain this year, between Fairmont and the Fall Retreat...
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