Well, it rained and rained. And then some more. So people went to the mall. (Not that they wouldn't have gone anyway.)
Thus the parks and gardens were empty of humans and their dogs as the ground became saturated, and this was splendid for the canards, who shyly waddled up from the ditches and went for walks among the rhododendrons and daffodils. It seems romantic, it really does, but bear in mind that Mallards don't mate for life, or even for a few weeks. Down the road there will be no fond reminiscences of this lucky Easter rain.