Raining Dogs

Today was hot and sunny,

but now the sun has set.

I'm standing in the backyard

waiting for my dogs to potty.

They disappear into the dark shadows.

I feel a cool breeze.

The sky winks at me, and

grumbles in his low quiet voice.

Here is the beautiful weather

that I longed for all day.

He winks at me again.

Tells me to hurry my dogs along.

It isn't hot. There's a breeze. No bugs.

I hear Maximus howl.

He's not usually the barking dog.

The sky growls back at him.

I call all the dogs in for the night.

My dogs don't like to go out in the rain.

When it rains during the day,

we play a waiting game.

I don't like the waiting game.

Watching, waiting, to catch them

right before the emergency,

and go outside in the rain with them,

so they can potty (not in the house).

The growling sky disturbs my dogs.

They pace the floor,

toenails ticking on the tile,

they bark back, trying to be brave,

telling him to stop

grumbling, growling, winking, pouring rain.

I prefer it to storm at night.

My dogs huddle up tight,

quiet on the floor around my bed.

By:  Paula D. Nevison