Grey clouds on our walk. I carried Mo , held Treacle back from his roadside mission to chase and eat every leaf and tried to photograph puddles. We ran reaching home just in time. Mo was frightened of the rain thundering on our glass roof so we painted stormy skies and sang about old men snoring.
What a lovely way to spend a rainy day! M xx
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