Max Was Stamping In the Rain
Max was stamping in the rain, stamp stamp stamp
His eyes were getting cold, and his clothes were damp.
His mother let him play, she was happy at his mood.
He did not come in until he was lured by hot cheese food.
He stayed out there admiring the rain in such a way.
Loving the way it hit him in his hair and eyes that day.
His mother said it was one of the best days he had ever had.
She often expressed how the photo always makes her feel glad.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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