Rain

I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain

And it dripped into my head

And flowed into my brain

So pardon this wild crazy thing I just said

I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

I step very softly

I walk very slow

I can't do a hand-stand

Or I might overflow.

And all I can hear as I lie in my bed

Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.