On the roof and on the window pane.
Softly, softly it comes down,
Makes a stream that runs around.
Flowers lift their heads and say:
"A nice cool drink for us today."
Ah, the smell of fresh grass, wet with rain...gentle spring rain...although...the other day I seem to remember a magnificent storm with such hard rain!
The other day we went to see the pond opposite the Hare and Billet pub on the heath ( Blackheath, London) and saw these seven ducklings. A man stood there by the pond and watched them too, then explained to us that their mother died, a fox got her. The animal rescue people were called and should have come but didn't yet. The man was concerned about the ducklings and even said he was surprised to see them after one night without their mum to keep them safe and warm; they need, he explained, an even temperature of 19 degrees to survive. This happened before the storm and the drop of temperature...I dare going back to the pond...I would be a little upset...I hope the rescue people are keeping them safe...but because they didn't come then they might have been too late!
Anyway I was happy to see that the pond looks has been cleaned and that water lillies might be out soon...
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