A lone gnat, glides to climb easily upwards against the rain, expertly dodging the drops. A tiny spider skitters onto the porch, seeking refuge from the drizzle, is joined by another, also seeking asylum. Another gnat, entombed in a clear prison, escapes it, seconds before it crashes to the earth, spraying in all directions. I'm not usually a fan of spiders, but the two that joined me are quiet enough, I'm glad they found shelter. A third spider, scurrying onto the bottom step, pauses, believing he is safe. He waits there several seconds, before a stray droplet catches him on the rear and sends him up on to the porch in a flurry of black legs. A moth tacks back and forth again the slight breeze, finding a dry corner amidst the leaves of the walnut tree. The splatters tickle my outstretched hands. The cool drops force my eyes to close, though I wish I could truly take it all in.