Puddles

Another rainy Monday but it doesn't bother me.
The sun has been shining for days.
Even rays get tired of reaching so let it pour!
I would give anything to go dance in it right now
but my adulthood currently prohibits such tomfoolery.
I find it sad how age defines appropriate actions.
Why can I not giggle at raindrops?
Why can I not find joy in splashing in those puddles?
Is it really so bad to behave like a child on days like these?
Let it pour!
I can still remember the feelings of drops on my skin.
Wonderful can be made in rain just as much as it can be found in sunshine.
I'll drink my coffee, smoke my wicked cigarettes,
and watch this glorious dance just the same.