I hate rainy days. Especially rainy days at the weekend. If I had my way, it would only rain at night, when everyone is in bed, sound
asleep. Actually, don't mind listening to the sound of rain when I'm going to sleep. But I don't like it when it's the first thing
I hear in the morning which was the case today.
The only silver lining was that it was mostly showers, not incessant rain, so I was able to take Fudge for a couple of walks up
the road. Photography trips to hunt down more gates for the monthly challenge were knocked on the head, although I was somewhat
spoiled for choice when it came to depicting water with plenty of puddles and wet leaves. In the end I liked these raindrops on the windowpane as the summed of the frustration of looking out at the rain.