From The Archives: Rain boots

[image error]

It’s rare to see unbridled glee but there’s a special time

That children’s faces sparkle, full of joy

It’s all the rage for every age, it doesn’t cost a dime,

Absurdly fun for every girl and boy.

It happens when it rains and then on pavers, paths and tiles

Sit puddles, cold and wet, their beckon wry.

With rainboots on they yell, “Come On!” and jump with cheers and smiles

The splashes barely missing passersby.

Now humans all, both big and small, will find it quite a treat

To jump and splash and play a little more.

Don’t fear the crud, the cold and mud, or getting soggy feet

Because that, my friend, is what rainboots are for!

[image error]     [image error]     [image error]     [image error]     [image error]   
For exclusive updates and a free book of poems, join the mailing list!