Water Never Dies

When I feel the air begin to moisten
And the wind beings to chill, the moisture
Turns to liquor, the rain begins to fall,
I get a certain shiver and my mind
Begins to roam. Umbrellas emerge from
Their sanctuary as shields of knights who
Have come to brave the storm. Raindrops fall from
The sky to sink into their brothers,
Causing a slight ripple in the design.
The puddles form; just as swiftly people
Disperse from the streets. When the rain begins
To fall I think of children jumping through
The puddles as they walk. I remember
Brilliant red boots, a sunshine bright raincoat.
I recall days of youth when jumping in
Puddles didn't seem futile but rather
Necessary. The puddles absorbed
And drowned you in the tears of God. It
Didn't matter then, that you were soaked
Up to your knees and shivering to the
Bones. It was just the puddle and your new
Rubber boots. We could always make the
Biggest splash. Our splashes soon diminished,
But were new again with sweet drops as they
Fell from bliss. Even adults are relieved
To see that the weather can sympathize
In the drowning of their sorrows. But as
I have grown I have learned that there is
Much more to life than puddles. That the rain
Falls from the sky and into rivers
That lead to the ocean and by the sun
They evaporate and return to their
Home in the clouds, only to fall one more
Day. One thing that has not disappeared
With age is the powerful feeling that a
Rain shower still brings to me. Even in
My wrinkled years, I get a doting
Shiver down my spine when I feel a rain
Coming on. Each and every time Nature's
Own shower is refreshing to me. I
Return to my days of youth and linger
There awhile only to return, just
Like the raindrops, to my wisdom and wait
To be just like those raindrops. Cause water,
Never dies.