Thursday, May 24, 2012


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.
Poem by the brilliant Shel Silverstein

1 comment:

gracie said...

So enjoyed the flowers and the critters on previous post. We get lots of coyotes right in our courtyard sometimes while I am sitting on the front porch with me tea in the morning. How are the little ones enjoying the playhouse?