Rain in my head

Rain

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 thought I'd post this one because we've been experiencing a lot (and I mean a lot) of rain here in Southern Ontario. I like this poem because it is kind of different, fun and fairly light-hearted. Plus it's fun to say! It has such a fantastic rhythm. Hope the weather clears up soon!

What did you like about this poem?