Puddles Poem by Jessica Henning

i step outside as it starts to rain
pouring down are thoughts of pain

puddles form on every walk
it makes it hard for us to talk

i step in one like people stepped on me
the rain on the ground was meant to be free

but i look up into the crying sky
i think to ask the holly one why

but do i believe in the one up above
that brakes my heart after falling in love

so i walk on further down the block
i stumble down and scrape my knee on a rock

the blood it trickles to the ground
a puddle there again was found

the blood it showed me how i live
and tought me when to not forgive

so i look up at the sky once more
and within that second it began to pour

but the puddle that formed between my feet
werent that from the rain but from fiersome heat

my own eyes cried for once that day
and left me here with these words to say

so the next time that i walk outside
ill feel a little more sense of pride

for im here living for god knows why
and i wont bother to even cry

for the puddles that rest among the ground
were of pain the day b4 i found!