Wet Yard at Dusk

Rain must've fallen at some point.  Everything's wet.  Puddles reflect fading daylight.

It rained hard for a few minutes on the way in to work.  Those big, gumball-sized raindrops splattered loudly on the windshield.  Then, it just drizzled for the rest of the trip.

The evening Sun was a big, red, rubber ball.  I don't remember seeing that, too much, in the past.  It's usually the morning Sun that comes up like a red ball.

My head's wet.  My belly's full.  Goodnight.