When I was a young boy
I would stomp around in you
leaving no puddle to waste
Jumping and splashing
in my classic yellow coat
with matching boots
NO umbrella necessary
as my hat would protect me
from your cool elements
Growing older
I discovered my compact
retractable umbrella of black
true and steady it was
as your drops would fall
all about me
unfortunately in high winds
it failed me
by flipping inside out
embarrassing me again
and no more puddles
as I stay on the look out
for cars trying to splash me
for funs sake
Now that I'm grown
my oversized golf umbrella
protects me now
strong, tried and true
and that RAINY DAY
doesn't stand a chance
until the day my lady and I
enjoy one another's company
strolling hand in hand
feeling your warm drops of wet bliss
no cares in the world
no matter how drenched we get
seeking that small shallow puddle
and yes... we stomp it
and laugh
stealing a kiss
as we look to the heavens
and count your drops
tongues fully extended
we drink you in