In Yellow Rain Coats

They said that the weather warranted this simplistic type of clothing
One long heavy coat to allow the rain to swim down themselves,
And into the mix and mash of itself that forms puddles on the floor
And these great big leathery boots placed upon little and bigger feet,
As they jump and kick up splashes of rain water from beneath their heels,
It's only a matter of time before they catch their colds, but for now,
For now it matters not that its freezing it only matters that they are smiling,
When the rain turns to sleet and the sleet into snow then we may have places to go,
Some place warmer and full of fiery heat, to melt away the icicles on our feet,
To bring forth a glow of red warmth on already rosy cheeks and slowly dismiss discomfort,
As they lay their heads down on soft pillows, as their bodies lay on hard wood floors,
Infront of a stone hearth, bellowing and blanketing them in its flame,
From a safe but comfortable distance, they are not burnt but they do feel a baking on their skin,
Soon the weather will return to normal, and bring back on the spring showers,
And the oversized coats that act like duck feathers will make them play in puddles all day,
So it goes and so it shall be, with themselves, and then their children in eventual unions,
With husbands and wives, and nieces and nephews, finding satisfaction in mother natures temper tantrums,
And going out of the way to splash upon a friend the mud and the muck on a newly pressed dress,
Some business man just bought his fancy new wife, to make up for his infidelity,
Yet in the spirit of the seasons, and in good sport they'll smile and splash the childish ways back,
And all his sins will be forgotten because in a child's eyes it really isn't all that important to dwell,
All of these warm weathered days will seem dreary, as a blistering sun boils the flesh,
And the kids will stick to the water, the closest they'll come to the rain droplets on their coat skins,
Soon thunder clouds will roll in, and coat racks will be bare, and the simplicity of a certain kind of misty misery,
Will result in glorious satisfaction, for one persons dismal day is another persons warmth and relaxation,
A way to view the happiness of childhood, or the peacefulness of a pitter pattered little helper,
On the scalp and on the thoughts inside a worried brain, washing away the pattern of perplex agony,
Into nothing by way of rain,
Just rain,
In yellow rain coats.