Still, furry babies .. must play ..
Into the rain, we did happily go ..
Skipping puddles . they do grow
Bound only by wonder and glee
puppies drink.. rainwater, free
Unfettered by societal rulings
Letting go of leashes and things
Removed from circumstances
Breathing in beauty, ever fresh
Giggling over Edward with ball
Held tightly onto, with his jaw
Thelma is a wet, golden Angel
Whom when dry, I' shall cradle
I feel my Son beside me, skipping
To deepest love; my hat- be tipping!