Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Puddles

The two of us take a long walk.

I kind of know what's on your mind.

You feel it's time to have that talk

Of now cutting the ties that bind.

The two of us together bound,

Then suddenly the rain does fall.

The puddles form upon the ground.

The two of us do heed the call.

We laugh and hold hands and begin

To jump into each puddle wet,

The both of us soaked to the skin,

As happy as when we first met.

Into each puddle we do hop.

I hope the puddles never stop.