Short Stories For Children The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth Grahame Listen to the story XI. Like Summer Tempests Came His Tears                Previous Chapter     Next Chapter  The Rat put out a neat little brown paw, gripped Toad firmly by the scruff of the neck, and gave a great hoist and a pull, and the water-logged Toad came up slowly but surely over the edge of the hole till, at last, he stood safe and sound in the hall, streaked with mud and weed to be sure, and with the water streaming off him, but happy and high-spirited as of old, now that he found himself once more in the house of a friend, and dodgings and…