Rain drops keep falling on my head,
and they feel like heavy bits of lead.
They keep banging on to my brain,
it is really driving me insane.
I guess I could get a helmet,
or buy a cheap umbrella.
At least my head wouldn't get wet,
and I will stay a very sane fella.
I think rain or shine,
my brain is mine.
The weather I will endure,
my head will stay on for sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If it where only that easy Dave, nice poem 10 for tiyler