English poem
Difference In Tastes
by Nora Archibald Smith (1859–1934)
There are plenty of things that love the rain And relish a thorough wetting, They laugh and sing in a driving storm, For their hearts’ delight they’re getting. “More wet! more wet!” croaks the frog in the pond; “More water! more water!” the flowers; “You never can fall too long for me!” Cries the thirsty dust to the showers;
The puddle dimples at every drop; The yellow-billed ducks go swimming; The leaves of the trees are clapping their hands; With laughter the brook is brimming; The grasses welcome the pit-a-pat, For beauty and strength they’re gaining; But Water-cart mopes by himself at home, For he can’t go out when it’s raining!