After the rain when the weathers just right
You might get to behold a wondrous sight
Little round orbs of swirly WOW! color
Across a surface so thin none do discover
Except magical creatures like me and you
In just the right light, just the right view
Bubbles emerging, delicate alllure
Vividly bright soft magic coture
They start as dew drops all itty-bitty
Expanding out all big and pretty
When growing is done they lift off the ground
And float on up with a delicate bound
I danced and I laughed tip-toeing along
Finally finding the place I belong