puddle hopping

looks like rain today
and I am smiling
at the thought
loving the prelude
how the air fills
with a scent of
wind and grass
and the air
a humidifier
for the soul
before it falls

and I kick my shoes
on to the porch
and pinch some grass
between the toes
my bare feet
anticipating
the liberation
from the sandals
that barely covered them
to begin with

and finally the drops
splotch the color
of my shirt
making a design
more fitting for the day
and I watch
the chuck holes in the street
drown in to pools
and I dip my feet in
testing the water
wishing like hell
the rest of me
would fit in

but nothing is ever
a perfect fit
so I am not disappointed
and splash my feet around
a little more
celebrating life
before the sun comes
and reality encloses
my feet
back inside shoes
until the next rain
fills my soul
with desire