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Created on: April 13, 2009 Last Updated: May 09, 2012
Race outside and bound through for a quick splash
Moments like these disappear in a timely flash
Whether or not the sun is shining or rain is falling
Puddles, like a beacon, are always calling
Life is far too short to avoid puddle jumping
Helps to get your heart pumping
Puddles have an alluring charm, beguile you with their tranquility
Sashay towards them for a splash; jump in if you've the agility
Dampness in the air all around, an ominous cloud lingers above
Young and old alike can enjoy, puddles and fun go together like a hand and glove
Search through them for a rainbow; at least adore its magnificent reflection
Marvel at their regal serenity; become infused by their happy infection
Another downpour crashed down, left the landscape swimming
While some cast downtrodden eyes, a child's boundless enthusiasm was brimming
You cannot reap the beautiful reward of a rainbow, without first enduring the rain
Matters of perspective run deep, try not to be the weakest link in any chain
Weather impacts some people negatively; others take the time to rejoice
Whichever way you tend to lean, is all a matter of making a personal choice
The clouds empty their contents; blanket us with a coat of water
Hopes for a sunny day at the beach, have gone off to slaughter
Different fun now waits, in puddles there is pleasure
Sometimes a quiet rainfall, gives us an unexpected treasure
Skip on through, or stomp if you must, but certainly do not avoid a puddle's bait
Take the second to traipse on in there; your other plans can surely wait
Delicate droplets of rain, calmly embracing the earth
Caressing all the tiny seedlings, encouraging rejuvenation and rebirth
They hold tightly knit together, in what appears to be friendly cuddles
Unable to resist frolicking through them, the warmth of welcoming puddles
A joy to behold whenever they come, they are but a matter of perspective
They are a blessing in disguise, positive attitudes are elective
Summer sunshine freely dances, upon your welcoming shoulder
A daily replenishing of sorts, another day passes and time gets older
Despite all of your valiant efforts, the ever-present winds of life prevail
Adapting and overcoming is second nature, you have learned to reset your sail
Your reflection slowly begins to ripple, as another drop gently descends
The best things in life are free, and meant to be shared with family and friends
Skipping moments in time is unwise; make your hay while the sun shines
The great outdoors beckon you; puddles are one of the signs
Ebbing the tides and surfing the waves, trees and their branches shimmering
The moonlight serenades us all, with its constant beautiful glimmering
Everything occurs, as it rightfully should, underneath the pale moon light
Seemingly, unbiased things take shape, not bothering to question wrong or right
So take that extra little bit of time, do it right now instead of after
Jump in those puddles with your children, become ensconced in their laughter
Night-time quiets your neighbourhoods; all sorts of people all dreamily off to sleep
Tomorrow there will still be mountains to climb, but perhaps they will not seem quite as steep
Puddles have such a short lifespan; you must embrace them while they last
For when the final bell tolls for thee, you will regret all of those puddles that you passed
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