We start the day bright and sunny.

On the beach its warm and hazy.

Back to the site and thunder rolling in.

Then its rain pelting down on the awning it makes such a din.

Slowly the rain deceases becomes a mere trickle fresh and warm its pleasant for a while.

The water drops on the roof is pleasant for a while.

Walk the dogs late at night its an eery fog all the way.

The plants and trees seem to glow in my torches light.

Shining bright almost white.

Its only water droplets sticking to the leaves.

But the way it looks makes you think of vagabonds and thieves.