Puddles

When it rains, I don't look for rainbows Their endless curves have never appealed to me Instead I look for the puddles The puddles that remember every family that has danced there Each person who has looked up and seen love for the first time as the droplets continue to make little rings on the surface The colours across the sky don't remember that. The rainbows take all of the attention because of their beauty But I'll always admire the rain The rain is forgotten because it doesn't radiate the happiness that everyone yearns for Maybe that's why I'm forgotten too- I don't spread the joy and beauty the others do I don't blind people with colours to make them believe everything is perfect But does that mean I can't hold the deepest love?