From yesterday’s rainfall, already a memory.
An up-close look at that precious drop of water that poured out of the clouds in the sky.
It was still sending drops on me as I moved around the pot of plants that Karen has arranged on table out on the deck. I didn’t mind. I kind of liked the splashes, but was watchful of my lens, which isn’t water-resistant.
Send some more down, would ya, Mr. Sky?