Poem: Ode to a Rainstorm (A Pup’s Perspective)

I pad through puddles
Feels nice on feet
squishy wet grass
is a tasty treat

I find stick
tastes yummy too
water drips on my nose
I chew and chew

Then towel time
So warm and soft
I chase and play
As Human dries me off

I miss the rain
When it goes away
I like the wet and mud
Every day