She pressed her face against the cold, hard glass and watched the drops fall past her cheek out of the corner of her eye. She stood at the glass for hours, it seemed like, aching for the warmth and the glow of home. It seemed so silly now, this insistence she had on going her own way, wandering,being so "damned stubborn". The growl inside her was echoed by the growl in the sky, as she both felt and heard the physical manifestation of her misery. She glanced up once, as the sky tore open and light flashed for an instant, then back she went to her vigil. A small cry left her throat, barely heard above the sounds that battered against the window where she stood. A sense of movement in the glass, and she backed away, shaking. Suddenly the door flew open. She was gathered up in arms that strained to hold her close, as she struggled in vain to get away, to run again.This was her nature, quick and mercurial, never the same two days in a row. "Silly Weather! Dinner's ready and you're all wet!" the child cried as she carried the small mongrel into the house.

Anna