It's sprinkling. . .
it's misting. . .
the old tortoise is existing.
He went to bed. . .
and bumped his head. . .
and decided to stay in his warm shed!
I had a brand new sheet of $35 dollars worth of plywood sitting out because I usually don't put things away after my projects. So this a.m. before I fed or cleaned up after anyone, I had to go around the property and load up my wheelbarrow with the loppers, the cordless drill, the open package containing all the surge protectors Amazon had delivered, the plywood, the table saw. Sheesh!
The "rain" isn't enough to do the ground any good, but it's plenty enough to wreck anything left out in it.
Awesome version of the rhyme!
I find that is generally the case around my house too!