It's drizzling

It's drizzling and twigs are drinking, it's drizzling and club-moss is drinking and even leaves. They're drinking, they're soaking. The undergrowth is steaming: the viz grows damp and by dampening, it dews damp. Not undergrowth only but river also is steaming. Steaming, evaporating, in streams outgushing damp, and so twigs are drinking, club-moss is drinking damp and by dampening dews damp. The undergrowth, river, viz and flowers: everything is steaming stormwards, everything hotly breathes, with closeness chokes. Whoever goes now along the riverbank, feels; chokes also. And if he chokes, grasps gasps. It's drizzling. The undergrowth is steaming. It's drizzling and twigs are drinking, it's drizzling and club-moss is drinking and even leaves. All the undergrowth is drinking. Drinking and at the same time steaming. Even the river does the double-deed. Undergrowth, river, viz and flowers. And on the viz, its drizzling.