Dancing in puddles is such a joyous and beautiful thing to do, but one seldom done by adults.
I grew up in a place that had summer rain, heavy, warm, summer rain and one of our school rules, was that we were not allowed to walk home in our leather school shoes. Now that may seem contrary to the idea of sensible ideas, but shoes were expensive and getting them soaked ruined them. We took them off and walked home bare-foot splashing in puddles and enjoying the rain. Raincoats were useless as the rain soon soaked us all. By the time we got home, our clothes and hair were plastered to our bodies, but our shoes were dry.
Tonight it is raining, a soft rain, interspersed with sunshine and rainbows. My memory is of playing in those puddles.
What are your puddles?