On a cloudy day,
Wetting all the pavements,
Washing dirt away,
Waking little brown buds,
Thirsty seeds aswell.
Right into the blades of grass the tiny raindrops fell.
Pitter patter, pit, pat this is how they came.
Pitter patter, pit, pat let us do the same.
Pitter patter, pit, pat, children tho' we be,
Giver of the gentle rain,
We bring ourselves to Thee.
Rain didn't stop us enjoying ourselves and we dried ourselves off in the cafe with a piping hot bowl of soup.
See here for an earlier walk.