So, it started raining here. A beautiful season full of colours and joy and laughter and water. I found this poem somewhere with some essence of life. This is what I felt when I opened my eyes today. Grey clouds overhead, and few rain drops on my face!
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.