When It rains,

I get excited like a child,

For when the rain comes,

There’ll always be puddles on the ground.

I go outside,

And search for a puddle,

The biggest one I can find,

To play in it.

When I do find one,

I begin to kick the water,

All over the place,

Not a care in the world.

Some people look at me like I’m crazy,

Others avoid eye contact,

Sometimes I can hear their whispers,

“What’s wrong with him.”

And I still don’t mind.

So I keep on going,

Not caring of what others think of me,

Because here, splashing in the puddles and dancing in the rain,

I’m young again.