At last two big drops fell at the root of the little flower.
A moment, and then the air was full of raindrops. They lifted the dying flower. They washed it, fed it and brought it back to life.
When the sun broke through the clouds, two great tears glistened on the little flower's cheek. They were tears of thankfulness.
Then the flower lifted up its voice and said:
"Thank you, raindrops,—good raindrops,—you have saved my life."
But the raindrops answered, "Thank not us; thank the clouds; they sent us."
Then the flower lifted up its voice and said:
"Thank you, clouds,—good clouds,—you have saved my life."
But the clouds answered, "Thank not us; thank the sun. It saw you dying and called us from the ocean. The winds heard you sighing, and brought us here to help you."
Then the little flower turned to the wind and the sun. The wind bent down to the earth, and stopped for a moment to hear its words.