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.

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