Wet in the west

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wilderness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Gerard Manley Hopkins wrote his poem Inversnaid after visiting a Scottish waterfall. Here in Wales it's been raining for the past 48 hours and when the weather cleared sufficiently for me to venture out the ground was sodden, paths were running with water, pools had appeared where no pools should be and everything was glistening with moisture. Streams like this one were swollen and overflowing - but that's not unusual for Wales and where I am there is no danger from floods or landslides. We're lucky - wet weather which is just an annoyance here has been disastrous in Australia and Brazil.