The anticipation to see what effect the first rain had had on the unfired clay was motivating as I climbed the hill. From afar it was still in its entirety, a sphere against the laden sky.
The Jar was wet through on one side, the side that had taken the weather. Drops of rain had eaten there way into the surface making it rough and small cracks have started to appear. I think some persistent rain will cause the pot to collapse.