Big Rain. Coudn't get enough of it. I was outside when it started I love that. The change in the air, the heaviness of it. The sound from a distance, the smell. The rumble. A few drops, then run for cover, or in this case not. And then the steadiness of it. How quickly the cloth on my back became soaked. I need to dye some more indigo thread because it was in my pocket and I used it all to tie the tall flowers to the tall stakes right before the downpour. And this continued all day. All day.