The Raindrop's Ride

Some little drops of water

Whose home was in the sea,

To go upon a journey

Once happened to agree.

A white cloud was their carriage;

Their horse, a playful breeze;

And over town and country

They rode along at ease.

But, oh! there were so many,

At last the carriage broke,

And to the ground came tumbling

Those frightened little folk.

Among the grass and flowers

They then were forced to roam,

Until a brooklet found them

And carried them all home.