When all turns grey and clouds hang heavy
in those times, you hear the giggling of the puddle fairies
and as the clouds pour their  deluge across the lands
they dance to it's delight in their own private puddles

With dresses of silver and white
arms raised to the storm ensuring
they wave madly joyous and ecstatic
thanking the skies for their brief freedom

Some are bold enough to dance on my window seal
I watch their dance with wonder and joy
they love the rains as much as me
I wonder if one day, will I become a puddle fairy  


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris