In my hours of deepest pondering
When thoughts have turned to darkness wandering
And hope has all but faded
I think of cold but gentle showers
Which feed the roots to bloom the flowers
And the leaves by which I'm shaded
So when the sun will burn too bright
The cool and moist of rainy nights
Found stored in friendly plants
Then though the weather may be wild
Protected I might find it mild
As under the boughs I'll dance
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