Two Raindrops

Two little raindrops were born in a shower,

And one was so pompously proud of his power,

He got in his head an extravagant notion

He'd hustle right off and swallow the ocean. A blade of grass that grew by the brook

Called for a drink, but no notice he took

Of such trifling things. He must hurry to be

Not a mere raindrop, but the whole sea. A stranded ship needed water to float,

But he could not bother to help a boat.

He leaped in the sea with a puff and a blare--

And nobody even knew he was there! But the other drop as along it went

Found the work to do for which it was sent:

It refreshed the lily that drooped its head,

And bathed the grass that was almost dead. It got under the ships and helped them along,

And all the while sang a cheerful song.

It worked every step of the way it went,

Bringing joy to others, to itself content. At last it came to its journey's end,

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.

I'm contributing to Outdoor Wednesday and Watery Wednesday.