Rain

I read this poem over and over today and loved it every time! It reminded me the day I use to hang out till late in school just to drench in rain, the rains had such a mesmerizing effect on me, it still drags me, though I don't remember when was the last I actually let myself go..

... coming back to the poem, these lines tend to acknowledge the fact that how over the years a drought of leisure has made me dry, and the thrust of holding on seems to have engulfed me to a deep sleep with no dreams to interpret, thought I still wait for some rain to help me slowly open my eyes again and will for now imagine it to get hard into my brain!

Rain

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.

by Shel Silverstein