Once upon a beautiful afternoon in Nantucket I decided to take a walk along the bluff with my sketch book. I was walking and quite slowly at that, when I felt a little pitter patter on my head, nose, and forehead. Raindrops fell slowly with the wind and didn't frighten me too extremely. Then it starting to pour. And I was stuck- quite literally under a bush.
The only thing holding me back from enjoying the weather was the fact that I had a very important sketch book with me, yet after what felt like hours, I decided it could take it. I ran home soaked and documented the adventure on a moist sketchbook page here:
As you can see the pen was dying. Poor fella.