Buckets of Rain

Image by Helen Olney via flickr

It has been raining endlessly here, but honestly I may be the only person who does not really mind.

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.

Image courtesy of gettyimages via google

"Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge in the Rain" courtesy of HarveNYC via flickr

"Why does it always rain on me?" courtesy of miceeatcheese via flickr