Many times on my way to work, I've discovered giant leaf piles near intersections. I don't know how they got there or how they go away. They beg to be jumped in, except they're as soggy as bowls of bran cereal left in milk overnight.
The sky show never disappoints. Big dark gray patches loom, distant mist hovers, rainbows galore, glaring bright sun, clouds colored by sunsets. Clusters of mushrooms grow everywhere, waiting to be picked or smushed under someone's foot or wheel.
The cool damp air refreshes me. I met a cyclist on a Miyata conversion, which was a perfect commuter bike except for its lack of fenders. "I don't accept the rain" he said. My reply when the red light changed to green: " Accept it, then embrace it!".