Am I an unwilling raindrop
All comfy in my cloud,
While parched earth waits
And growth abates
And buddings call aloud,
For light and love
And rain to help
Unfolding leaf and flower,
Refreshing growth and mankind too
With food for growing power?
No! I'm a willing raindrop
No longer tied to bed
For that last tempting hour of sleep.
I'll help my world be fed
With light and love
And substance fresh
Wherever thought is led.
