Rain.

Rain Day.  Again.  Remember that forecast thing on Saint Swithun’s Day?  The thing about if it rains on Swith’s Day it will rain for 40 more days? Well.  On that day, we had sun.  AND showers.  More showers than sun.  Typical Nova Scotia weather.  But since then, the forecast seems to be right.  One day of sun. Two days of rain.  It is getting just a BIT tiring.  The other morning, we actually had sun.  But the day before it had rained.  So when my human walked us up the road, and went to go on the trail in the woods, Frodo put on the brakes.  I mean, it was like trying to get him into the bathtub.  He LEANED back and would NOT go on the trail.  I mean, would NOT go.  Why?  With all the rain, the trail was wet.  It had lots of puddles.  It didn’t matter that the sun was shining that morning.  He KNEW his feet would get wet. My human tried to coax him – and even tried to entice him with treats.  He was having nothing of it.  The brakes were ON.  And a gentle tug resulted in the bucking bronco routine.  We turned around and went back home – with Frodo happily trotting – and me staring longingly back at the trail.

Then yesterday morning, as we got ¾ way up the road and we saw lightning – and a minute later, heard the thunder.  If you ever wanted to see two PONs and a human moving at breakneck speed, you should have seen us.  We got in the house JUST before the skies opened and puppies and kittens came raining down. 

ENOUGH rain.  Please Saint Swithun.  Have mercy!

© Linda Wozniak