Puddles

Impervious

Impervious to the weather, Daisy rushed into the first puddle, her yellow, duck wellington boots. Cold water splashed like a waterfall across the wet pavement. Her dog, Zeus, ran on ahead. He loved the rain, and there was nothing like taking a walk to clear your mind.

Zeus, a Dachshund, ran around in circles, barking at her wellington boots.

Another puddle, another adventure.

Splash, splash, splash – the rain tumbles down, taking away the week’s worry. The ceiling might be falling down, the bills falling out of the letter box like a waterfall, but today was hers.

She could be a child again, enjoy the rain, the puddles, and perhaps a hot chocolate at the restaurant down the road. The last of the change in her savings bottle, but she needed today.

A day where two friends were celebrating the rain. Where two friends could take a break wearing duck wellies, and a bright yellow dog coat. Zeus let the puddle devour him, before running back to his owner.

She took a running leap and splashed – the water spraying around like a full length skirt. A rainbow of colours falling, she allowed it to wash all her troubles away. The same time next Sunday, and perhaps, if it wasn’t raining, she would feed the ducks.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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