Wet Dog Smell

We got caught in a brief downpour this morning. Scout is pouting in the backseat. She does not like to be wet.

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 sit in the back seat,
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain on my feet.

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 Silverstein