A Rainy Day in December.
And it is rainy. And it is cold. A December rain.
And you are inside, looking out the back door,
watching the rain on the block table
where the cats sleep on sunny days;
watching the rain bounce off the boards
and settle into puddles
as you wait for her to come down
and complete the day.
Quarry House 
As always ,your photo tells as great a story as the poem.Thanks.
I am fortunate to have been taking pictures a lot of years now, so I pretty have one for every emotion.