Oh, no! It's Raining Again!

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.

"rain" by shel silverstein