It was raining, and it was pouring; and young
dogs with big muscles wait for no weather.
So off we went, down to the Eagle Sanctuary,
while the buckets fell upon head and fur, and made the most of it, warm air
about us and warm rainwater thick and deep beneath feet and paws.
And none too soon, either, these parched lands.
Now, if you listen very carefully, you'll hear
the great good celebration, of all things drinking deeply and storing this
rainfall for the long approaching winter's rest.
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