A Change of Weather
A Change of Weather

A Change of Weather

Rain

The dog dances in the downpour, alternating between her own uncontainable excitement and a persistent confusion about why I, her human, have suddenly chosen to abandon my aversion to getting soaking wet.  I can’t explain that I have no choice, having spent the previous hour widening the road; innumerable small trees and branches lay across my exit, and must be moved before I can drive out.  But her joy is like a virus, and soon enough we are both dancing in the downpour, celebrating the rain. 

 

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