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.

Shel Silverstein - Rain

The rest of the poem -

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.

I love this poem !

It's been raining for 2 days. Gray and sloppy. It's okay. Great in fact, we need the rain. Not a lot of picture taking going on, though. Everything looks like this -

I got 20,000 pictures on file (i.e. jammed in my phone) I should be able to come up with something.

I love this picture. I don't remember taking it. Maybe one of the other dogs took it while I was asleep.

That’s Huck - The Giant Dog -maybe a little hard to tell from the photo.

Him and Paulo, planning some shit. I know it.

Feigning innocence

My last sub stack page featured wet plants-plants in the rain or under a sprinkler. I missed these two - my favorites! Passion Flower “Lady Margaret” What a pure and powerful red!

On the way to work this morning. The clouds are breaking up. The Moon is trying to shine through. Either that or the Mothership. Either way I feel like I'm living in an album cover.

Sunset from the last sunny day. Monday?

From last February

That's all I've got room for- thanks for dropping by!