This is my first Evonne Der poem, although she likes to point out that I didn’t write this poem for her since I started just writing a poem about the enjoyment of jumping in puddles and brought her in later. I disagree though. I was happy enough to write a poem about jumping in puddles because my mind almost never deviates from thinking of her and since she makes me happy, this poem happened. Not much to really explain here. It’s a pretty simple poem. It’s grown on me a lot since I first wrote it. I’ve never been much of a writer in this genre, but I’m pretty happy with this poem.
