There is no let-up, and the earth is full and spilling over. If only we could share our water with the dry places of the earth!
Every valley drinks,
Every dell and hollow:
Where the kind rain sinks and sinks,
Green of Spring will follow.
But for fattening rain
We should have no flowers,
Never a bud or leaf again
But for soaking showers;
We should find no moss
In the shadiest places,
Find no waving meadow-grass
Pied with broad-eyed daisies;
But miles of barren sand,
With never a son or daughter,
Not a lily on the land,
Or lily on the water.
Christina Rossetti