Puddles

I love to jump in puddles-

big splashes flying ‘round

as raindrops falling from the sky

are dancing on the ground.

I love to jump in puddles

in gumboots shiny new-

splats and splotches leaping up

to decorate my shoes.

I love to jump in puddles-

running with a leap!

And landing “splosh!”with two feet flat

in the messy, mucky deep.

I love to jump in puddles-

it always makes me laugh!

We slip and slide on wet slick paths

‘til we fall upon the grass.

I love to jump in puddles-

squeals dancing in the air;

wind whipping past as currents move

and tango with my hair.

I love to jump in puddles-

You know why this is true?

‘cos when it rains, I catch your hand

and you come jumping too!

Raindrops

We've had a little bit of rain lately.

And we've done a tiny bit of splashing.

This poem is best read while humming the tune to "My Favourite Things" 

from "The Sound of Music".

Raindrops

Raindrops are falling

and filling up puddles;

Cold wind is blowing-

we keep warm in huddles.

Gumboots are shiny and ready to go;

Smiles sparkling bright and big eyes all aglow!

Pitter and patter

dripping and dropping;

Toes tap the rhythm of

splishing and sploshing.

Drops falling faster – the tempo ascends;

Racing away with my hand in my friend’s-

Jumping, leaping!

Springing, bounding!

In a wet, puddly mess!

We laugh and squeal loudly- all speckled with mud;

This shower outside is the best!