Ecliptic Precipitation

Yesterday, I went to bed much earlier, as I wished to be awake in time for the big moment of the solar eclipse without being disturbed by an alarm. Lo and behold, I woke up as the morning sun was young, but a gaze outside revealed the darkness I witnessed was in fact due to clouds. I had hoped they would clear in time for me to view the centennial occurrence, but they instead turned to light rainfall as the hours passed, which only cleared to show sunlight as the eclipse was at its end. Naturally, I'm rather disappointed that the weather stood in the way of this once-in-a-lifetime event (well, unless I live another hundred years), but going outside in the rain to look for even a little spot in the clouds, while not yielding my ideal results, filled me with an unusual positive energy. Surely I was drenched by the gentle precipitation, but I didn't mind; indeed, what were the chances of being alive and outside during an ecliptic spot of rain? Save for the occasional vehicle driving by, I was alone for the experience, as though it were myself and the sky sharing some time together. Also, I checked the mail and had to hide a couple letters under my shirt, so there's that.

This photo was taken with my dad's phone. Only minor edits were performed; I cropped the top of the image, as my hand was slightly blocking the camera to avoid getting the phone wet, and the license plates were smudged for privacy, just in case. I may not have been through the eclipse the way I wanted, but the way I got was a gift in its own right, I believe.