rain by shel sylverstein

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 Sylverstein


 about the author

 He was born in Chicago, Silver stein began drawing at age 12. He graduated from Theodore Roosevelt High School. He began studying art at the University of Illinois but was forced to leave due to bad grades. Then he attended the Art Institute of Chicago but left after one year.

Reflection 

   I can text to self with this poem, because it reminds me of the days where i go under the rain and feel the cold drops that rains down on me. text to text, there is a book I read that was just similar to this, and it was about the boy trying his best not to be scared of what was outside, like raindrops and other stuff. text to world, there is really nothing to text to world.

TPCASTT

Title: I thought people would be showering under the rain

Paraphrase: it was about the rain dripping and people feeling good.

Connotation: positive

Attitude: it was calm

Shifts: it went from depressing to calm

Title: Rain

Theme: everyone don't always feel the same.