The earth is wet. Life is walking on a soaking sponge. The rain is overflowing the mosses, and brooks and streams and rivulets are filling with midsummer rain. Yes, we spent most of our midsummer day indoors, tucked away from the rain, with a hearty fire, music, and good company.
My uncle grills on the porch, under the roof and away from the rain--all in good spirits.