Prompt: Reflection

In this wet and wondrous world
Where rain becomes
Part of who we are,
Tall trees are mirrored
On glassy lakes.
And reeds reflect
in pockets of muskeg.
The upsidedowness
Of a mountain
Or a boat
On a windless ocean,
A yellow daisy
on a morning wet deck,
A child's face
Looks back from
A still puddle - 
All create wonder
Until a drop of rain
Breaks the surface,
Ripples and dances
Creating it's own
Kind of magic.