Puddles

The fresh smell of rain, frost and pine needles,
Wisps through the air, chilling bones,
Dragging lavender clouds overhead.

Drops of rain make patterns on the street,
Racing each other to the slick ground.
Drizzles accumulate in puddles,
Spotting the road like polka dots.

Squeals of laughter erupt as a young girl jumps,
Landing with a splash in the muddy puddle.
Water jumps back at her, striking her in the face,
Rosy cheeks bursting with happiness.