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.

Shel Silverstein

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Rohan R (7/5/2008 12:23:00 PM)
deep sese of meaning in small words

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A symbolic poem...rain

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7/6/2008 8:29:06 PM. You Are Here: Rain by Shel Silverstein