Wet rain and Dry rain

The other day after a huge deluge of rain I asked Fart, ‘Why we had puddles all over the place?’
He said, ‘Well you see those puddles over there?’
‘No fart, those are the ones I’m asking about, stupid!’ Jezzzz human males!
He looked at me and we had a short looking episode. You know the ones!
Anyway...to keep it nice, I looked across at the puddles he was pointing at, and they were really muddy farm field puddles.
‘Yes fart’, I said
‘Well that is wet rain.’
I looked at him quizzically, ‘Yes.’
‘And you see where there is no rain’.
‘Yes’. I said.
‘Well that is dry rain.’ He took a deep breath and folding his arms across his chest and sighed.

Now, I know fart - and was pondering on this when he said, ‘And you see those puddles over there?’ These were on our porch and the water was unmuddied - clear.
‘Yes’, I said.
‘Well that is new-rain puddles’.
When God rains, there are clear drops and muddy drops you see.

So whenever you go walking don’t stand in the new-rain puddles. Let’s try and keep somethings fresh and beautiful for as long as possible. As for the No rain puddles, well stay away from them as well, please, dem’s where the trout eggs grow.
Have a happy confused New Year.
2012 is the year of ‘The cat clouts Farts’ BIGTIME.