From "Tolkien: A Cultural Phenomenon" (2003) by Brian Rosebury

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They leapt up refreshed. Frodo ran to the eastern window, and found himself looking into a kitchen-garden grey with dew .... His view was
screened by a tall line of beans on poles; but above and far beyond them the grey top of the hill loomed up against the sunrise. It was a pale
[page 54] morning: in the East, behind long clouds like lines of soiled wool stained red at the edges, lay glimmering deeps of yellow: The sky
spoke of rain to come; but the light was broadening quickly, and the red flowers on the beans began to glow against the wet green leaves.

Pippin looked out of the western window, down into a pool of mist. The Forest was hidden under a fog. It was like looking down on to a
sloping cloud-roof from above. There was a fold or channel where the mist was broken into many plumes and billows; the valley of the
Withywindle. The stream ran down the hill on the left and vanished into the white shadows. Near at hand was a flower-garden with a
clipped hedge silver-netted, and beyond that grey shaven grass pale with dew­drops ...

‘Good morning, merry friends!’ cried Tom, opening the eastern window wide. A cool air flowed in; it had a rainy smell. ‘Sun won’t show her
face much today, I’m thinking. I have been walking wide, leaping on the hill-tops, since the grey dawn began, nosing wind and weather, wet
grass underfoot, wet sky above me. I wakened Goldberry singing under window; but nought wakes hobbit-folk in the early morning. In the
night little folk wake up in the darkness, and sleep after light has come! Ring a ding dillo! wake now, my merry friends! Forget the nightly
noises! Ring a ding dillo del! derry del, my hearties! If you come soon you’ll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you’ll get grass and
rain-water!’

Needless to say - not that Tom’s threat sounded very serious - the hobbits came soon, and left the table late and only when it was beginning
to look rather empty .... The room looked westward over the mist­-clouded valley, and the window was open. Water dripped down from the
thatched eaves above. Before they had finished breakfast the clouds had joined into an unbroken roof, and a straight grey rain came softly
and steadily down. Behind its curtain the Forest was completely veiled.

As they looked out of the window there came, falling gently as if it was flowing down the rain out of the sky, the clear voice of Goldberry
singing up above them. They could hear few words but it seemed plain to them that the song was a rain-song, as sweet as showers on dry
hills, that told the tale of a river from the spring in the highlands to the Sea far below. The hobbits listened with delight; and Frodo was glad
in his heart, and blessed the kindly weather, because it delayed them from departing. The thought of going had been heavy upon him from
the moment he awoke; but he guessed now that they would not go further that day.

[page 55] The upper wind settled in the West and deeper and wetter clouds rolled up to spill their laden rain on the bare heads of the Downs.
Nothing could be seen all round the house but falling water. Frodo stood near the open door and watched the white chalky path turn into a
little river of milk and go bubbling away down into the valley. (FR, 139-40)