(picture taken the night before the rain started)
We awake to cold rain where we must walk the dog. It has rained for days, it will continue for days. It is to be avoided, but there is little way to do so. It hangs over everything, always coming down, though seemingly never complete. It reminds, always. Even the dog seems pensive when entering it. The playfulness is there but not in full. There is an eagerness to return home.
There is an eagerness to return home.
