rain dog

Everything is wet. Clouds sit low, pouring out their innards towards earth, never to empty. The rain falls, not in drops, but in a continuous stream, like a morning shower. Everything is heavy.

The lab sniffs at the edge of a puddle, eyes on the perpetual ripples left by the torrent. Her hair's matted to her body, shining in the dreich light. She laps briefly at the murky, disturbed water and backs away. She's alone on the road. The hedgerow on either side glistens under the downpour. She trots off, a streak of black against the grey, seeking shelter and food.