Loving Joy

With tiny, pressing hand on glass
The little boy watched raindrops fall,
Till he decided out to pass
And run, and feel, and catch them all!

He turns the handle, swings the door;
Then out he dashes; sudden, stops!
Splat and splat, and splat, come more;
Oh, what big, delicious drops!

With tiny, waving hands in air,
And dark hair matted, lips a-shine,
He drinks down all the storm that’s there—
Half-blinded thinks, “It’s mine! All mine!”

And now, at glass, his mom he sees,
A-gaze on him in smiling joy.
With love-of-life she full agrees
And dances out to hug her boy.

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