We watched the sprinkler over our weedy garden. (We actually had it rototilled recently, but I haven't done much hand weeding.)
And we watched a thunderstorm rolling by. It stayed to the east of us, so we enjoyed listening to the rumblings and watching it light up the clouds.
This one reminds me of a painting by one of the old masters.
A close-up of the little pink guy in the middle of the cloud.