God made the frog jump; but the frog prefers jumping.

--C.K. Chesterton.

In the morning the fields are flooded. The grass is sodden, pools collect leaves and display them on their rippled surface. The rain makes this 'grave old planet shine' once again. A pathway shimmers amid the gloom. Further ahead, fresh garlic and green tomatoes...the peas are so sweet that you eat them raw. 

Nature follows its course without knowing why. The rain, however predictable, always amazing.