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.