A Poetic Moment

Here lies my puddle.
My dirty, grimy puddle.
Gleaming in the night.
In the gleaming, grey, gloomy light.
Like a bowl of chocolate pudding.
I hope I don't lose my footing.
The scent of dirt is upon my shoe.
This is my secret rendezvous.
I hear my puddle as something drops.
Ripples form upon the top.
Slowly, I turn away.
To come again another day.
Something faster than I could tell,
Whipped me around, and then I fell.
My puddle, that I was heading straight for,
SPLASH! My puddle is no more.
I walked off into a night in spring.
In my head, memories ring.
Memories of my puddle, how it tickled my toes.
The puddle that's now all over my clothes.