Her boots are red, the sky is gray,
A giggle spills and runs away.
She leaps into a waiting splash,
A crown of droplets, quick to crash.
The puddle quivers, mud takes flight,
Her laughter rings, the world feels light.
Each jump a drum, each step a song,
The earth joins in and hums along.
Her dress is speckled, hair untamed,
No care for neatness to be claimed.
A kingdom built of rain and clay,
Where childhood rules the hour today.
And though the clouds still frown above,
The puddles shine with joy and love.
For in her splashes, bold and free,
Lives all of wonder’s legacy.
Therapy Bits 
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