Caught In Perfection

Well, how about that, we were
caught out in the woods again
with rain pattering softly above.
True, the sky was crowded with
clouds elbowing each other
aside thanks to an enabling
high wind, but we were
oblivious to the forecast
eager and willing to challenge
the chance, refused to turn back
and extended the hike because
one does not knowingly choose
to evade perfection. Not too warm
nor too cool, though the atmosphere
was humid, a raven croaking
its pleasure in the day, and so
we proceeded. The sight of 
asters and goldenrod, wild ripe
apples, newly emerged fungi 
on the forest floor
captured our vision, while
the canopy under the weeping
sky sheltered us. Outside the
forest confines all was drenched.