Rain Watch

[Achebe]

Hedgerows smell of ramshackle owls.
We who watch the watchers, peer over the dry shoulders
of mole hills and warrens. .... lovely opening lines

On broiled trails and paw paths we find azimuth ... I can't help but think that a slant rhyme in 'found' would be nice here et'paths are found'. Would modify Je line below
and declination; the connective tissue and direction 'the' unnecessary 
of scurry and twitch.

Here on the arid verge we sense a greening rim. ... 'here on the arid' is clunky 
Clouds shape quenching ewers.
Boxed volumes of moths scatter at the fresh scent. ....a strong image but s bit confusing, if only because I'm not really familiar with the English countryside. Are moths like butterflies there, flying all over the meadows?