Wet Memories

Nature makes no noise. The howling storm, the rustling leaf, the pattering rain are no disturbance, there is an essential and unexplored harmony in them. - Thoreau

"watch out for puddles", mother said

it made us want to step in them all the more

as wet memories flood the eyes in my dripping head

Author's Note

"I never yet knew the sun to be knocked down and rolled through a mud-puddle; he comes out honor-bright from behind every storm. Let us then take sides with the sun, seeing we have so much leisure." - Thoreau