Rain

It's been drab and dreary at the farm lately.
Cloudy days filled with varying degrees of precipitation.
Just this afternoon I saw...
1. hail 
2. snow
3. rain
4. sleet
All within a two hour time frame. 

So, I thought I would share a rainy day poem from my favorite, Shel Silverstein...

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.

Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends, 1974