The rain prevented me from doing anything more on this sketch. I debate myself on whether or not to fiddle with sketches when I get home. I know some sketchers who think it is a good thing to be free of the dictate of reality when colouring a sketch, choosing colour to serve the sketch rather than the impression of the place. I think I am leaning more towards the idea of the sketch being a record of a moment, and as such, the unfinished-ness (I know that is not a word but can’t think of a better just now) is a reminder of the rain and the hurry with which it was put down. (Clicking the sketch will usually give you more of a closeup.)
I like your thinking. I like the sketch and how hurried you must have been as the rain started to fall.
Thanks! 😀