SaucyKod

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

I'm just not the same.........

I opened my eyes
and looked up at the rain,
it dripped into my head
and flowed into my brain.
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 cannot do a handstand -
I might overflow.
So, pardon the crazy - wild -
thing I just said,
I'm just not the same
since there's rain in my head.
by Shel Silverstein

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11 comments:

DJan said...

Love it, eh! You are quite the poet which must be caused by all that sloshing around inside your head. :-)

Jackie said...

Such a creative lady!
I love this.

biebkriebels said...

I like the illustrations with the poem.

Linda Kay said...

What a lovely poem. I can relate right now, as we have had lots of rain in the Hill Country. It's still overcast and really cool for May in Texas!

Jackie said...

PS I love Silverstein. I use to read his work(s) to my students...and to my children.
He rocks!

Linda Wildenstein said...

Everytime it rains here....which lately has been often, I repeat this poem, much read to my daughter and then grands. Love the photos you chose to go with this great poem. Hope you're doing well, Oma Linda

Jana said...

how beautiful+cheerful collection of the good side of rain! will come back to it next time its wet here :-))hugs+Dutch flower power!

Petra Pavl√°tkov√° said...

I love that, Lilly, thanks for sharing the fun! :)

Wsprsweetly Of Cottages said...

Lilly, exactly my kind of poetry! Cute as heck.
Yep..my visit with Kristy was..the dearest time for me.

Terri @ Coloring Outside the Lines said...

I think I will take this one as my mantra..we have had an insane amount of rain this month.

Gail said...

I'm sure there are many that feel that way lately!