Puddles on the sidewalk too tempting to miss,
Getting shoes wet was the aim, I guess.
Little feet making the water splatter,
If it got on your clothes, so what? Does it really matter?
Of course mom wouldn't approve, but she wasn't the there!
It sure was fun, so who could really care?
The harder the splat, the higher it went,
The more that joined in, more fun was meant.
Problem was explaining to mom,
How the mud got on socks and shoes.
You could see the start of a small smile on her face,
As she recalled years gone by and she's in your place.
Puddles are fun and will always remain,
Some thing to do on a day in the rain.
