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.
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.