Though the skies were still threatening, there was hope that conditions would actually be improving. Patches of sunlight would break the clouds spotlighting the ground below in their "God beams". In the distance you could still hear thunder and see the occasional flash of lightning. However, from my hiking experience, I felt safe since they were routing planes over the top of the refuge. The planes were taking some interesting routes to avoid the lighting for their approach to Hanscom and Logan.
Most of the animals were hunkered down. Even the Marsh Wrens were quiet. The Great Egrets must have been cleared for flight about the same time the planes were. Water covered all the plants. I liked how the water droplets decorated this lotus like a rhinestone covered costume.
This round of the fight between light and dark, dry or wet, went to the dark side. The ceiling dropped, the rains returned, and the little bit of remaining light was pushed out to sea.