spring is here. and it's raining outside my window. and my window's open, yet i don't really care.
there's absolutely nothing as peaceful as the sound of rain. and the scent of wet pavement...
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
photo: antimethod on flikr. love his surreal photostream