It's raining...again. We are flooded...again. It's been a crazy morning spent in the company of pails, brooms, noisy vaccums and dreams of dry, hot summer days.
So, with rolled up pants, messy hair and cold, wet toes I will rest for a while. The rain has tapered off but the grounds are so saturated the water keeps on filtering through. It will be a while till we go back to normal. I believe I'll have a large glass of wine (any color will do) and try not to listen to the sound of raindrops on the roof and in my head...
"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"
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"Rain" by Shel Silverstein