The sky darkened early and stayed dark for half the day. The Windowsill Gallery looked grim and serious. I meditated on the rain, outside, working to capture beauty with no sign—lots of rainy days in the forecast.

Rainy days are a good time to think.

The green bottle next to the porch caught my eye.

The pansies, usually brash, were soft and somber.

The bigger ones stood their ground. It was a heavy rain.