What if the little rain should say:
"So small a drop as I,
Can ne'er refresh the thirsty fields,
I'll tarry in the sky"?
What if a shining beam at noon
Should in its fountain stay,
Because its feeble light, alone,
Can not create a day?
Doth not each raindrop help to form
The cool refreshing shower,
And every ray of light to warm
And beautify the flower?
