Rain

Rain

I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain,

And it dripped in my head

And it 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

This pretty much sums it up. The winter filled with rain that's driving me insane!