SOLITARY IN THE RAIN

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*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

Here I stand, seemingly solitary in the rain,
Maybe you think I am wallowing in pain.
Actually I am grinning in gain!

A mother bent to pick her fallen grain,
I moved along with her bairn,
I couldn't help my main!

Like bees to the honey they came in a dain,
Locked me in their human chain,
She hugged them all, the mother crane!

So you see, I'm singing in the rain!


*The pic reminded me of an incident that I witnessed and was part of in the parking lot of a mall in Orlanda, USA. Hope you get the picture!

DAIN means brook!

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13 thoughts on “SOLITARY IN THE RAIN

    1. Thank you.
      Actually I was remembering an incident that happened while I was visiting in Orlando some years ago.
      We were in the parking lot and a lady had come with her cart full and a baby in it.
      She bent down to pick something up and the trolley started rolling away.
      Immediately, a seemingly empty parking lot, had a number of people converging on the trolley from all sides to save the baby!
      I was struck by that sensing of help and the way people responded.
      That’s the gist of my rhyme!

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