Dew

"In lang, lang days o' simmer,
When the clear and cloudless sky
Refuses ae weep drap o' rain
To Nature parched and dry,
The genial night, wi balmy breath,
Gars verdue, spring anew,
An' ilka blade o' grass
Keps its ain drap o' dew."

(James Ballintine 1806-1877 Edinburgh
From his poem 'Ilka Blade o' Grass Keps
its Ain Drap o' Dew')

[We really need a good soaking rain.]