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Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 86, 5 January 1935, Page 17

League Members All, One afternoon this week I heard a strange, unusual sound. I was indoors and it seemed to eomc from overhead : a rustling and a swishing like a silk dress on a stairway. The sound became louder and vaguely familiar. IP as it’ . .. It couldn t be. . . No. . . Yes, yes of course it was . . . RAIN! Rain was falling from grey skies, first with a pattering, then with a rushing; finally a steady downpour. How the grass loved it, and the flowers, and all growing things. The thirsty ground drank it, and spray rose from footpaths and roadways as the dust was laid and the surface cooled. There are times when one docs not welcome wet weather, but even holidaymakers in camp and on the beaches must have enjoyed the refreshing change. Lor Wellington and the .nearby districts the rain was a New Y car gift from the skies. Your letters are not as numerous as usual, but that is to be expected. Christmas holidays, I know, give little time to sit quietly with pen in hand. Yet some of you are very faithful, and these I would like especially to thank. They have sent letters filled with the warmth of summer and the joy of holiday games and rambles. Here in the city all is quiet and uneventful. i The very sparrows who flutter cheekily in ,the streets at busy ■ workaday times appear to have deserted us. Perhaps they are holidaymaking, too, where long grass moves, and hills with brozvn velvet coats bask in sunshine. Once I read a story about a town mouse who visited a country mouse, but I cannot remember having seen a story about a town sparrow’s adventures on a visit to his country friends. Perhaps one of you will write such a talc some day soon: it would be seasonable. And now the second of my annual group of letters is at an end. There will be one more before farewcll-for-a-wholc-ycar must be added to the love-to-you-all and best wishes of —COUSIN LINDY.