I never grew quite acquainted with my habitation, till a long spell of sulky
rain had confined me beneath its roof. There could not be a more sombre aspect
of external Nature, than as then seen from the windows of my study. The great
willow-tree had caught, and retained among its leaves, a whole cataract of
water, to be shaken down, at intervals, by the frequent gusts of wind. All
day long, and for a week together, the rain was drip-drip-dripping and splash-splash-splashing
from the eaves, and bubbling and foaming into the tubs beneath the spouts.
The old, unpainted shingles of the house and outbuildings were black with
moisture; and the mosses, of ancient growth upon the walls, looked green and
fresh, as if they were the newest things and after-thought of Time.