Rain
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 slish-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.
By: Shel Silverstein
How many stanzas are in this poem?
A. 1
B. 2
C. 3
D. 4