These, and far more than these, The Poet sees! He can behold Aquarius old Walking the fenceless fields of air; And from each ample fold Of the clouds about him rolled Scattering everywhere The showery rain, As the farmer scatters his grain. From Rain In Summer by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It's still summer, I admit...but this was the first day of rain and cooler temperatures...which offered the ability to wear a trench and go for a splash-ing walk through the puddles...so I had to celebrate. It was impossible to take a camera as the rain/wind combination was a little extreme but standing in the drizzle, watching the waves crash against the breakers, made me long (even more) for Fall and it's accompanying wardrobe selections...