Looking out of

a dirty old window
Outside the carts in the city village
go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why

It was still raining terribly. We, the Poodle and I, were watching the day dawning from behind the living room window. This early in the day we already didn't believe in a nice walk. There was nothing left for us to do but stare at the hail and thunderstorms and wait.
However, before lunch the clouds occasionally gave way and in no time we went out.

Under the threat of a short but heavy shower out of very dark clouds, Bert and I even made a short bike ride after the youngsters had left for Amstelveen.