DEAR heart, dost thou complain When the kind God sends rain? Think of the thirsting crops That drink the beady drops — Think of the flowers, unfolding all their sweets — The city's burning streets, The famished flocks upon the mountain tops — The windless casements, where the sick in vain Cry for the cool, sweet rain! Think — and thank God For every drop that quivers on a clod! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ADMONITION [TO A TRAVELLER] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FOR LACK OF GOLD by ADAM AUSTIN TO MISS KINDER, ON RECEIVING A NOTE DATED FEBRUARY 30TH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |