A rainbow at night
Is the shepherd's delight.
When the reds are out at night
It's the shepherd's delight,
But when out in the morning
It's all the day storming.
At New Year's tide
A cock's stride:
By Twelfth-tide
Another beside.
When Bredon hill puts on his hat,
Ye men of the vale, beware of that.
(This alludes to the rain-cloud settling on the hill.)
A peck of March dust is worth a king's ransom.