These were all taken while on a walk with Mike and Sheba Monday night. On my drive home the skies opened up and I watched, sitting at a five minute red light, as puddles formed and lawns were watered. I thought of Cyndi, of that never-dying urge to run outside when it's pouring, of my lapsed hobby of sitting on a porch during a rainstorm. After the brief downpour, the skies opened up again and we had the most beautiful sunset, complete with thick and lively shadows and cool reflections off the puddles. I couldn't get enough of the rich colors.