puddles

The skies are normally blue. That is until the shadowy rain falls down through the atmosphere. Glistening down like sprinkle glitter falling from a child's hand. Hitting the rough terrains underneath all of the crooked houses,and through the rough alley ways. Scaring all the stray cats from their foolish hunts. And allowing all the playful children to rush into their yards with heavy raincoats,dirty, muddy boots. And one angry mom who follows after the destruction. In a way, the rain is is like an escape from the real world. It's the game all the children know how to play,but all the parents have forgotten. It's a relapse into our childhood. Showing the day view of our old childish ways. Oh, how simple it was. But not how simple it has become. The kids gracefully leaping into heaps of puddles, innocent minded,they know nothing of the world to come. But only the split second of time,where their present.