Droplets on an umbrella

I padded down the hallway toward the front door, drawn by the cool draft slipping beneath the frame. Resting in the corner was a tall umbrella, its smooth fabric gleaming with raindrops from outside. I paused a few inches away, watching a bead of water slide down a dark fold before landing with a quiet tap on the ribbed mat. Moving forward one careful step, I extended my neck and tapped the damp edge with my nose. It smelled of cold pavement and wet earth, bringing the rainy street right inside.#Nintendogs #Dogs #GoldenRetrievers