A little rain goeth a long, long way

Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?

— Charlotte Brontë 

Our fourth day of rain in five days. With more tomorrow.

The sweet scent of moulding leaves and seed pods fills the air

and there is the constant drip, drip of rain falling into shallow puddles.

The downspouts gurgle, the rain barrel gently overflows,

and all the flowers lower their sodden heads. 

The rain is falling all around,

It falls on field and tree,

It rains on the umbrellas here,

And on the ships at sea.

— Robt. Louis Stevenson