Puddles

After a hard night's downpour,

a puddle of water had formed

in a slight depression

surrounded by

St. Augustine grass.

The stillness of the morning

brought plenty of sunshine

as the puddle reflected the blue sky

full of cotton ball clouds.

Young hands dove

for the clouds

on the ground,

creating a splash

of watery air,

that soaked his clothes

with blue sky.

Dripping water

at the front door

of the nest,

a wise mother

never questioned

her young son

for testing his wings.

She merely

handed him a

change of clothes

and a towel

to dry off

the blue sky.

She knew

there would be other

unavoidable puddles

until he learned to fly.