Muddy paws

Life these days with my little buddy

When the sun peeks out after
days of rain, drop everything.
Because you’re right: who knows
when we’ll get the chance again
to go outside and warm our cold
noses, remind ourselves how hard
it is to be sad with the sky so big
and blue above us? Sometimes 
while we’re walking a stray gust
of wind shakes the trees and
still we carry on, knowing
it’ll pass. But other times
the window turns out smaller
than we thought and we find
ourselves caught in a downpour
in the middle of the street, sudden
and sure. The briefest glance
at each other, a silent agreement
and then we’re off running as 
fast as our legs can carry us, our
feet thump-thumping on the
wet pavement, grinning at
our shared sheer dumb luck
all the way home.