Rain

They said spring would be beautiful. They said spring would be warm. They also said spring would be sunny, which is especially nice to me, whose Mum is called Sunni. On the morning walk this Saturday, spring was neither. It was grey, a bit cold, and rain fell from an overcast sky. I do not really care about rain, but it is not very nice when we get back indoors and Daniel or Paula wants to dry me with a towel.

Oh well, winter could be both beautiful and dull, I guess it is only natural spring can be both too.