Slishity-slosh

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.



Slishity-slosh for your wrist right here... and maybe some slishity-slosh for your ears, too.