The water pooled up at the lowest points on the sidewalk.
The rain gave way to the sun and the random puddles of water now sparkled with life.
My attention was guided to a single puddle.
The puddle had positioned itself right in the middle of the sidewalk.
People were hopping over to avoid getting their feet drenched.
Others sloshed through the puddle paying it no mind.
The puddle was calling out, but received no attention from the people.
A small child heard the call, and approached the puddle.
It was a small boy no more than the age of eight.
He leaned over and looked at his reflection in the still pool of water.
The boy began making silly faces into the mirrored surface.
The puddle responded by making the same silly faces back at the boy.
The boy squatted down and dipped his finger into the water.
Small ripples left from his fingers, and made their way to the edges of the puddle.
He carved his finger through the water making shapes for a time.
The puddle enjoyed the attention, and was glistening.
The boy stood up, and a smile slowly made it's way onto his face.
He then leapt into the puddle splashing water in every direction.
Jumping up and down in the puddle, and smiling the biggest smile the entire time.
An infectious laughter sprang from the boy.
Other's noticed, and smiled and laughed with the boy.
The boy's mother appeared, and scolded the child for playing with the puddle.
The smile left from the child's face, and those watching now walked back into their lives.
The puddle calmed itself back into a smooth surface.
Slowly evaporated, becoming smaller and smaller,  leaving only the dry concrete below.
The puddle would return after the next rain. Calling out once again.
Waiting patiently to give away it's joy.