The Puddle

What treasures lie beneath that puddle.
That dark reflective surface that displays a double.
Your surface yields things so colourful.
Like the enigma that is a front to a puzzle.

Stretching out on a very level plane.
Extraordinarily formed by a few drops of rain.
Yet below the surface it is so murky.
A watery world that is ever so quirky.

My God, haven't the evening drawn in quick. I know we had a few storm clouds above us tonight, but it was dark around 7 'O'clock.