After weeks and weeks of lovely sunshine there was a welcome sound for some this morning; no doubt gardeners rejoiced to hear sweet the rain’s new fall… my mind went to the hymn we’d sung at Sunday school
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass…
Just to deviate from rain, I do mourn the loss of such splendid hymns (and other songs ) in schools now, I’m sure my love of words, rhythm and rhyme came partly from the hymns and choruses we sung – never mind the religious content, the beautiful phrases and images, the way of playing with sentence structure. These days everything has to be relevant and inclusive – relevant to what? Why not look outside of the known, explore the unknown and interesting!
Back to rain… due to our lack of gardening recently, we now have a wilderness, which the birds love. We have a whole flock of noisy, cheerful sparrows, and as they were supposed to be on the decline we welcome their cheeky antics. They are loving this rain, yelling away to each other. There’s plenty of undergrowth to shelter in if it becomes too much of a downpour.
I haven’t shared this for a while, but whenever I hear rain, this song – and the video spring to mind:
By the way, the lyric from ‘Morning has broken’ was written by Eleanor Farjeon and the melody was a traditional Scottish song. She wrote it in 1931, so it wasn’t that old when i was at school!