Mushrooms are charming, rain or shine, day or night.
They see no righteous or unrighteous in their eyes. Even I am so like Pluto the Pup, with both an evil and an angel fighting to take control, because I walk tough, I look hard, and I have a child's heart, I am made to enjoy the elegance of mushrooms.
Bird watchers have their birdie, mine “mushroomie”. They raise their noise, I bow and kneel down. They always have the sky, the earth is mine.
My mushrooms will meet many friends of different species, rain or shine, day or night, in the Internet.