[b][u]Puddles[/u][/b]

It rained again.
Torrential downpour.
I cannot stop the rain.
I don't try anymore.
But I hate wet feet.
All these puddles
Soaking my soles.
Why don't you dry up?
These placid pitfalls.
These polished shallows.
Hiding that which exists
Beneath glassy facades.
Reflections pretend
That they are not backwards.
That they don't lie.
And that is why
I tolerate the rain
But I hate these puddles.
Silver faced liars.