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 (1930 – 1999)
Here’s a bit more of Shel Silverstein if you’re in the mood for something delightful, delicious and zany.
- Writer Waiting, Poem and Drawing by Shel Silverstein (silverbirchpress.wordpress.com)
- Invitation to Poetry, Poem by Shel Silverstein (silverbirchpress.wordpress.com)
- the lion’s cage. (sweettearevolutions.wordpress.com)
- The Wisdom of Shel Silverstein (theinplace.wordpress.com)