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.
I love that poem, and it was perfect for last evening. After several warm sunny days, a storm came in. The skies turned black with clouds, next came rain, and then the thunder started. It felt like it was rattling the entire house. A perfect night for staying in my cozy home!