*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!