Rain, rain, more rain. Rain pounding the window. Little rivers of rain water in the streets.
Mud in the park. Impossible to go into the fields. Stormy wind outside.
So I’m sitting here, trying to get dry after a short walk, close to the heater,
next to my human’s desk where he just keeps click-clacking on his computer,
both of us waiting for a change in the weather.
I don’t like this one bit.