True signs of rain from an old almanac - part 2

Morning mist over Chagford, Devon - If you wish to use my photos please attribute this blog

[cont.] "...Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry, .
The distant hills are seeming nigh ;
How restless are the snorting swine,
The busy flies disturb the kine.

Low o'er the grass the swallow wings,
The cricket too, how loud it sings ;
Puss on the hearth with velvet paws,
Sits smoothing o'er her whiskered jaws.

Through the clear stream the fishes rise,
And nimbly catch the incautious flies ;
The sheep are seen at early light,
Cropping the meads with eager bite.

Though June, the air is cold and chill,
The mellow blackbird's voice is still ;
The glow-worms, numerous and bright,
Illumed the dewy dell last night.

At dusk the squalid toad was seen,
Hopping and crawling o'er the green ;
The frog has lost his yellow vest,
And in a dingy suit is dressed..." [cont.]

Hewett 1900