Puddeling Poem by Keel Lincoln

Through the door, out into the rain,
Ready to act utterly insane,
From puddle to puddle, in this grand gratificationing,
Splashing on all, and all on splashing,
Water surrounding, mixed with mud,
But we don’t care,
Grabbing others with this day to share,
Looking for the areas of the rising flood,
Hopping from place to place,
In this wonderful outdoors unlimited space,
Cartwheel into grass under water,
Slip with a slight falter,
Laughing with all the others,
Running for thrust,
To slide through the mud,
Crashing with a splashingly hilarious thud,
Water flies, others falls,
Childishness this rain calls,
Dragging strangers through the mudded grass,
Enjoying God’s gift of this falling liquid mass,
Call us crazy,
Call us inane,
Call us mud glazy,
We don’t care,
We’re living life where it’s fun,
So we can be blessed with or without the sun,
Slide through the mud,
A tree is slipping from its hole in the ground,
People gather around,
Pushing it back into the air,
Banging a supporting stick to keep it there,
I love God for giving us these rainy days,
And I’m thankful for his love in many ways.