I am a puddle jumper.  Actually, more of a puddle stomper.  I am a slush stomper too, but that is another season that I don’t particularly want to think about now.  There is something joyful about summer puddle jumping.  You head out in the warm summer rain (for whatever reason, or no reason at all) and there is this wonderful variety of puddles: shallow, deep, vast, tiny, flowing, muddy.  A plethora of splashing experiences.  You can chose to slosh through the puddles, or do a one foot stomp, a stomping walk, a two-footed splash, a running jump, or sweeping splash.  There is a lot of satisfaction in watching the water arc away from the impact of your feet, the water sparkling and dancing in the air.  It is art, it is music.  Solo puddle jumping is peaceful water happiness, but it blossoms into beautiful chaos when more people are added.  Jumping in puddles will cause your clothes to become saturated and heavy and more than likely you will feel gritty (if you choose to go mud puddle jumping you will look gritty, too).  It is more than worth the temporary discomfort because you know that when you get home you can be comfortable and dry again.  I am sure, to the puddle jumping uninitiated, I look like a crazy person stomping through puddles, soaked to the skin, with bits of grass and dirt stuck to me.  This kind of crazy is one I highly recommend giving a try.