Ordinary Puddle

On a rainy day,
Down the street I walk,
And along this way,
It's a pool I've stalked.
A funny thing about this puddle,
Though a mere two-foot wide,
Not just my reflection,
I see the fire that burns inside.
I look into this little lake,
Of my hopes and fears,
And I see a few dreams,
I'd buried these past years.
I saw all that I'd learned,
I spied my creator's plan,
Smiling at the path from myself the boy,
To myself the man.