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The dull gray of the day began to lift a little, and several pairs of eyes watched with keen interest to see if the rain would actually stop, or just go through fits and starts and pretendings but never truly quite give way to the sun, ever present and waiting patiently for the clouds to finish their job and move on.
An end finally and fully came as the sun broke through and a back door was opened just to peek out and make sure, the gleam of wet surfaces in bright light and the smell of petrichor in the air ending all doubt.
The pair of eyes on the four-footed one danced along with those feet as the lead and harness were fetched and the prancing hardly slowed as the woman tried to attach them. She practically had to throw herself over the canine's body to hold him down so she could finally do her job, and when she was done she lost her balance as he tried to bound away.
She laughed as she landed on the floor with the dog jumping on her and covering her with those wet, slobbery dog kisses.
"Here," Mimi said to the Gatekeeper, handing him the leash, "Hunga has waited for his walk long enough and you don't need to be cooped up in here any longer either," and she smiled as she watched them walk through the door, both obviously eager and more than ready for the next adventure.
Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge Blog, where she hosts Six Sentence Stories, and the cue is Petrichor.
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