Summer Rain

The first clap struck while, prone, I photographed a red-spotted purple butterfly clinging to a blade of grass.

I ignored the thunder. But soon I could not. I trotted to the Abbo's Alley tool cabin (or work shed, Aedificium Ayredis) and then to the gazebo, where I waited out the storm, watching the rain and a spider, listening to the rolling thunder and sheeting rain and distant carillon.

A celebration for every sense, rain is worth the wait, when viewed from a place of safety.