I bring fresh showers for the thirsty flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shades for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds everyone,
When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast
As she dances about in the sun,
I wield the flail of the lashing hail
And whiten the green plains under;