Tonight's misty rain and fog brought out the frogs. As we drove the winding dirt road from my sister and brother-in-law's camp, we saw many tiny frogs, maybe an inch or two in size, hopping in front of the headlights. Clearly they'd been waiting for a wet evening to roam from their home pools and puddles and explore the world. My husband is particularly fond of frogs. At one point when we came upon a little frog that didn't want to move from the road in front of our car, he asked me to get out and shoo it off the road. It was so small that I couldn't even see it at first, but then in three hops it was back in the woods. We saw several more on the rest of the drive home, flashing in the headlights like pale superballs bouncing across the dark pavement. My husband drove carefully, trying to miss each one.

Summoned by the rain
frogs explore the wet, new world.
Be careful, drivers.