It was a still night, with an odour of damp earth, and a hint of green buds in it.
The sap was rising in the pines. The willows and aspens were bursting out in young buds.
Within me coursed an unwonted sap, and I felt as though I were about to burst out into leaves and buds and green things.
Then the sunbeam played about the little green plant, turning the pale leaves a darker color and swelling out the tiny buds.
I kept thinking how much good the rain will do and how glad my garden must be for it, and imagining what the flowers and buds would think when the drops began to fall.
When the Sulka of New Britain wish to procure rain they blacken stones with the ashes of certain fruits and set them out, along with certain other plants and buds, in the sun.
Rikiu loved to quote an old poem which says: "To those who long only for flowers, fain would I show the full-blown spring which abides in the toiling buds of snow-covered hills."
She was filled with joy when one morning she ran out to her flower-garden after breakfast and found the dingle-bells and cowslips were actually blossoming, while even the cockle-shells were showing their white buds.