In St Louis Missouri, we are generally prepared for rapid changes in the weather. On my walk this evening, I watched the storm brood on the horizon, but I didn’t realize how fast it was moving.
Innocently, my dog and I meandered along the trail. I took photos, while Stash sniffed every shrub.
The balmy 79 degrees F felt almost sticky at the beginning. Stash was so happy to be out on a walk.
The temperature dropped 20 degrees, the wind kicked up 20 mph, and the horizontal rain pelted us.
Stash knew trouble was afoot, she dragged me back to the car. She was disgusted in me that I resisted too long and she was left to be molested by the swirling leaves.
I will have to regain her confidence. She just hasn’t lived through enough seasons in St Louis.
Freshly "Pic'ed" 