Rain By Shel Silverstein

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.

This poem reminds me of all those rainy days where I would be inside and love to spend hours looking outside. I do not really like to walk around the rain, yet always wanted to just run out and sing in the rain.