How sweet it is to see the new-sown cornfield fresh and even, <br />With blades just springing from the soil that only ask a shower <br />from heaven. <br />Then, while kindly rains are falling, indolently to rejoice, <br />Till some worthy neighbor calling, cheers you with his hearty voice. <br />Well, with weather such as this, let us hear, Trygaeus tell us <br />What should you and I be doing? You're the king of us good fellows. <br />Since it pleases heaven to prosper your endeavors, friend, and mine, <br />Let us have a merry meeting, with some friendly talk and wine. <br />In the vineyard there's your lout, hoeing in the slop and mud-- <br />Send the wench and call him out, this weather he can do no good. <br />Dame, take down two pints of meal, and do some fritters in your way; <br />Boil some grain and stir it in, and let us have those figs, I say. <br />Send a servant to my house,--any one that you can spare,-- <br />Let him fetch a beestings pudding, two gherkins, and the pies of hare: <br />There should be four of them in all, if the cat has left them right; <br />We heard her racketing and tearing round the larder all last night, <br />Boy, bring three of them to us,--take the other to my father: <br />Cut some myrtle for our garlands, sprigs in flower or blossoms rather. <br />Give a shout upon the way to Charinades our neighbor, <br />To join our drinking bout to-day, since heaven is pleased to bless our <br />labor.<br /><br />Aristophanes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rainy-day-on-the-farm/
