Dripping dropping drooping

The land has become like a leaky udder oozing and seeping at the slightest touch. The grass is sopping, leaves are weighed down with water drops, the young bracken fronds have wind burn and flowers have been bowled over. Like this now-horizontal foxglove. The tubes hanging off the stem remind me of a litter of piglets lined up to suck their lactating mother's teats. But not for long. The two flowers on the right have been pollinated and the redundant petals have dropped off leaving behind just the stigmata to complete the process of setting seed.