Piibelehe-neitsi - August Kitzberg

All night, from evening to morning, it had rained like beanstalks. The ground was soaked, trees, bushes and every blade of grass was wet up to the neck, and in some places in the meadow between the woods, water stood in puddles. The little flower fairy, the Bible-leaf virgin, even smaller than all the dwarfs and gnomes, knelt on a large stone in the wet grass and cried. Why was the poor thing crying? The rain had flooded her house! Now she squatted on a cold stone and did not know where to go to the shelter and go to sleep...