He was always sure about walking in the rain,
but not about which puddle to step in.
So, he stood with patience, peculiarly
picking and choosing where to place his feet.
His mind always ahead, his body somewhere behind,
always adoring these walks in the rain.
-M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
Even I used to do that. I would find the largest mud puddle and stepped in it and start jumping.
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There’s something about a fresh puddle
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A feeling of subtle beauty expressed in aesthetic fashion…
Great penning Mat!
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Thanks Scott. Hope you’re well.
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Beautiful ♥️
P.S. I nominated you for sunshine blogger award on my post xoxo
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Thank you!
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Yes, exactly
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I have nominated you for the Leibster Award. Check it out.
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A great trip down nostalgia’s lane for me my friend. Well crafted poem my friend
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Hi and thank you
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I still do that 🙂
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Puddles 🙂
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