E VERYTHING in the meadow was dry and dusty. The leaves on the milkweeds were turning yellow with thirst, the field blossoms drooped their dainty heads in the sunshine, and the grass seemed to fairly rattle in the wind, it was so brown and dry.
All of the meadow people when they met each other would say,
"Well, this is hot," and the
The Grasshoppers and Locusts were very happy, for such weather was exactly what they liked. They didn't see how people could complain of such delightful scorching days. But that, you know, is always the way, for everybody cannot be suited at once, and all kinds of weather are needed to make a good year.
The poor Tree Frog crawled into the coolest place he could
find—hollow trees, shady nooks under the ferns, or even
beneath the corner of a great stone. "Oh," said he, "I wish
I were a Tadpole again, swimming in a shady pool. It is such
a long, hot journey to the marsh that I cannot go. Last
night I dreamed that I was a Tadpole, splashing in the
water, and it was hard to awaken and find myself only an
Over his head the Katydids were singing, "Lovely weather!
Lovely weather!" and the
Sure enough, the very next day a tiny cloud drifted across
the sky, and the
The little white cloud grew bigger and blacker, and another
came following after, then another, and another, and
another, until the sky was quite covered with rushing black
clouds. Then came a long, low rumble of thunder, and all the
meadow people hurried to find shelter. The Moths and
Butterflies hung on the undersides of great leaves. The
Grasshoppers and their cousins crawled under burdock and
mullein plants. The Ants scurried around to find their
own homes. The Bees and Wasps, who had been gathering honey for
their nests, flew swiftly back. Everyone was hurrying to be
ready for the shower, and above all the rustle and stir
could be heard the voice of the old Frog,
The wind blew harder and harder, the branches swayed and tossed, the leaves danced, and some even blew off of their mother trees; the hundreds of little clinging creatures clung more and more tightly to the leaves that sheltered them, and then the rain came, and such a rain! Great drops hurrying down from the sky, crowding each other, beating down the grass, flooding the homes of the Ants and Digger Wasps until they were half choked with water, knocking over the Grasshoppers and tumbling them about like leaves. The lightning flashed, and the thunder pealed, and often a tree would crash down in the forest near by when the wind blew a great blast.
When everybody was wet, and little rivulets of water were trickling through the grass and running into great puddles in the hollows, the rain stopped, stopped suddenly. One by one the meadow people crawled or swam into sight.
The Digger Wasp was floating on a leaf in a big puddle. He was too tired and wet to fly, and the whirling of the leaf made him feel sick and dizzy, but he stood firmly on his tiny boat and tried to look as though he enjoyed it.
The Ants were rushing around to put their homes in shape,
the Spiders were busily eating their old webs, which had
been broken and torn in the storm, and some were already
beginning new ones. A large family of Bees,
The Snake went gliding through the
wet grass, as hungry as
"Now don't be silly," said the