the rain falls all day, hard rain, wet rain.
i love the sound of it on our metal roof
and i like to have the kitchen window open to smell it.
the dog balks at going outside to do his business,
but manages with a bit of encouragement.
however, he is right back at the back door the minute he is done.
it is not cold, and i think about taking him for a walk,
but talk myself out of it, so he naps,
while i clean the house from top to bottom.
tomorrow, i promise him. . .