After dinner, I went outside with Cassie to throw the ball around. There was a gentle rain that wasn't the least bit annoying. It was just a perfect kind of rain to be underneath. Fresh smelling, soft drops, with large spaces in between. Not enough to even make your hand wet or your nose drip. But just enough to be noticed and heard.
The birds seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the gentle drops. There was so much chatter and singing it was hard not to search and scan the trees trying to locate the conversations. I felt a bit surrounded, but it was a joyful sound, so I didn't mind.
The playtime ended, and I went back inside. Cassie stood at the door.
"Come on, Cass, time to come in."
She stands, staring at me.
"Cassie, come on. Come inside."
Slight whimper. Stomps one foot and stands there staring at me.
Eventually, she came along, but not happily.
I don't know who I relate to more - you or Cassie. You, because I have my own Cassie who has a mind of his own and does not like to be bossed around, and Cass because I, too, don't like it when nice things have to end. What a lovely description of the light rain. I can smell it from here in dry Denver.
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