When I was a child
I loved it when rain
Dollop-ed out of clouds.
I'd splash
With my overgrown feet
Mud puddles that God
Had dropped on the ground.
I'd look into them as a fun-house
Mirror; my body waving back
At me -- penicl sapped
In the center as a melon sliced,
And overhead clouds applauded
At the sigh of a child
Bounding in metal-tasting water
Pooling in my red, rubber boots.