Clumps of Grass

I grew up in a neighbourhood that was made up of rows of squat houses striped with grassy fields. We often hired grass cutters to manicure the fields (back in those days, they still used metal blades instead of plastic strings). Once the grass was cut, I would help out with the raking. No matter how well we raked, there would always be leftover blades of grass. These stragglers make their presence known after a heavy downpour. Once the rain clouds clears and the sun dries the field, one would often find 'tentacles' made up of brown grass clumped together by the rain. I loved to pick at those clumps, and let the dried grass crumble through my fingers. Sounds dirty? Just a random memory from my childhood. Not sure if you know what I'm rambling about... :D.