Perspective Reflective Puddles

And it rained on me today
Soaked me to the skin instantly

I had prepared for it

Worn a cap to keep my glasses dry
A tee shirt and  thin cotton shorts
It was near the end of my mail delivery route
To stand at cluster boxes for townhouses

The mail was wet as I and hard to read after the first try
Oddly  enjoyable,  waking memories of playing in puddles and

Floating stick boats down rushing gutters
Letting water run in streams on me
Only washed free after the last delivery
As driving back through waves of traffic wake
To hope I’d find that place again

For different views of life
Reached from a happy place
Ever laughing inwardly 
Enjoying the moment
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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