I made a serious dog-walking miscalculation the other night. A fierce thunderstorm had just passed through, and I thought that was the end of it . I hitched up Chewy and we prepared to puddle-jump around the block. Half-way, another deluge dumped, and we were soaked in seconds. I managed to get to a shop canopy to wait it out. It's times like this that I can practice singing, and indeed I was singing in the rain! After it ended, I passed a fellow under an adjacent canopy...guess he got an earful whether he wanted to or not!
Then fireflies flickered on and off, signalling that the real concert was about to begin. Cicadas whirred, the percussion of sycamore bark crunched under my feet, and an owl hooted an aria. Living in the city doesn't get much better than this!