The rain is steady.
The ground is saturated.
My hat is soaked.
My shoes are sopping.
My socks are spongy.
My rain gear is sodden.
My gloves are soggy.
My spirit is soaring with sonorous streams!
Small rivulets of water are running over the landscape seemingly along every path at the arboretum. A symphony of trickling and gurgling is softly resonating through the air. There are few sounds as soothing as the gentle cascade of water.