Uploaded on April 23, 2012
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
04.23.2034: My grandson now reminds that adding water is almost always the right strategy.