Puddles

Borrowed from
http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/
(I hope they don't mind!)

It's dark inside, although it's daytime
and the air is heavy with the rain it
has to spill upon the earth, the
rooftops, on the roads so hot the
steam will rise in little clouds, and
children (if allowed) will splash in
puddles when the thunder rolls a
little further east. There's nothing like
a puddle to a child, squishy mud
between the toes, and I suppose that
I could go outside and find a puddle,
too, but other duties call.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014