Clouds make yawns, but rain is lively. It splatters on the sidewalk. People dash from car to building. They squeal when it slides down their collar. Arriving safely inside, they take a big breath and shake the rain off their coat. Then back to business.
I love a sleeping dog, curled in a ball with his chin on stacked feet. But on rainy days, my dogs are restless without a sun spot. I let them inside, and they shake the rain off their coats and thank me.
I am their savior.
