May 26. In weak declination, I could not keep pace with the storms today. But perhaps it was for me the Rains soon gentled to whispers... before we go... soI took my hat, and my Wellies took me afield. There I was well, the green reaching my waist brushing fingertips keeping me sure. Discovered daisies and all the field flowers filled my hands as the east-bound Thunder rolled slowly overhead; I lifted my face to catch the last Rain.