Wet and gray

The hibiscus put forth what I expect was its last blossom.  A glass snail wanted to cross the patio for some reason.  I moved the praying mantis which appeared to still be alive though something had been chewing on a fore-wing. 

The meteorologists said the rain was the remnant of Hurricane Beta. The rain wasn't heavy and there wasn't much wind, but it just felt dank like an old cellar.  The birdbath only got half full.  Tides returned to normal and the creek was still between the bands of rain that dimpled the surface.  The cloud cover had thinned enough at dusk to show the moon.  First quarter was last night so it was overhead and waxing gibbous this evening.