Here you will find the Poem Rain of poet Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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.
