it’s still raining. and i’m not complaining. actually, the sounds of rain on the roof & water tapping against the windowpane are peaceful company tonight — it’s refreshing really, like the earth is taking a shower (a 2-day, extra long one). and if the trees start bursting w. colors after all this rain, a few days of sloshing through puddles will have been more than worth it.
now as i sit here w. my hot tea & fleece blanket — i’ve decided if i pretend like it’s chilly outside for long enough, cooler fall temperatures will finally get the hint — i can’t help but remember a picture i came across a while back and tucked away for a rainy day. it seems that day is today.
and a quirky rain poem by Shel Silverstein is also perfectly wonderful for the puddle-inducing weather outside (:
Rain by Shel Silverstein
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.
enjoy your own puddles (: