flowers_rain-600x564 This chilly, rainy Memorial Day weekend, I'm taking one of my favorite poems out of my head and putting it in yours. Enjoy!

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.