Puddles

Photo credit: Rob Lantz (Flickr)

My friend, does rain still set you thinking

About our day of perfect puddle splendor?

We shook our plastered hair, and blinking,

Rubbed our chins to catch the water under.

And while I squinted in the luscious wet

You stomped me, squealing with delight;

I followed wild where your dodging led,

Splashing, sloshing madly left and right

Until we stopped our silly, breathless races

And shiver-giggled, dripping, shiny-eyed

And wiped the mud spots from our freckled faces

And grinned in eager rapture side to side.

Our wet palms met to end the playful strife,

And we were water brothers then for life.