The rain is falling upside down,
Rising up to meet the sky,
It dribbles from my neck and chin into my nose and eyes.
My feet and legs are soaking wet,
I realize with a sigh,
But nonetheless I smile and say, "At least my hair is dry."
Mother spies me out in the rain,
From the window I hear her cry,
"Silly, stop standing on your head before you slip and die!"