Wednesday, April 21, 2010



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 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! 


Donna said...

Great time for reading!! I love those times!!
Happy day sweetie!!

Donna said...

Are you ok sweetie!? Been missing you!!

Nita Jo said...

I've missed you too! I was posting about why I've been gone at about the same time you posted here. Lol! Anyway, had a few health issues, but all is well now! Hugs to you too!