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I guess we all have our eye on the weather when going caching,so how about this guidance offered in the following rhymed list of 31 signs of impending rain.It was written in 1821 by Dr Edward Jenner, a Cotswold man,born at Wotton-under Edge,more famous for discovering the vaccination which has now eradicated smallpox than for his amateur interest in meteorolgy.
He is said to have based it on local sayings and beliefs about the weather and sent it to a friend as the reason for postponing a proposed outing.It has come to be known as "Twill surely Rain"
The hollow winds begin to blow;
The clouds look black,the glass is low;
The soot falls down,the spaniels sleep;
And spiders from thier cobwebs peep.
Last night the sun went pale to bed;
The moon in haloes hid her head;
The boding shepherd heaves a sigh,
For see a rainbow in the sky.
The walls are damp,the ditches smell,
Clos`d is the pink-eyed Pimpernel.
Hark!how the chairs and tables crack;
Old Betty`s joints are on the rack.
Loud quacks the ducks;the peacocks cry;
The distant hills are looming high.
How restless are the snorting swine;
The busy flies disturb the kine.
Low o`er the grass the swallow wings,
The cricket too,how sharp he sings,
Puss on the hearth,with velvet paws
Sits,wiping o`er her whiskered jaws.
Through the clear sea the fishes rise,
And nimbly catch the incautious flies.
The glow-worms,numerous and bright,
Illum`d the dewy dell last night;
At dusk the squallid toad was seen,
Hopping and crawling o`er the green;
The whirling dust the wind obeys,
And in the rapid eddy plays;
The frog has changed his yellow vest,
And in a russet coat is drest;
Though june,the air is cold and still
The mellow Blackbird`s voice is still.
My dog,so alter`d in his taste,
Quits mutton-bones,on grass to feast.
And see yon rooks,how odd their flight,
They imitate the gliding kite,
And seem precipitate to fall-
As if they felt the piercing ball.
`Twill surely rain.I see with sorrow,
Our jaunt must be put off till morrow.
(No hints available.)