And one was so pompously proud of his power,
He got in his head an extravagant notion
Called for a drink, but no notice he took
Of such trifling things. He must hurry to be
But he could not bother to help a boat.
He leaped in the sea with a puff and a blare--
Found the work to do for which it was sent:
It refreshed the lily that drooped its head,
And all the while sang a cheerful song.
It worked every step of the way it went,
And welcomed the sea as an old-time friend.
"An ocean," it said, "there could not be
Except for the millions of drops like me.
~by Joseph MooreI hope this poem of two raindrops hold true lessons in life for you as they did for me.