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Title: The Two Raindrops
Author: Dinah M. Mulock Craik [
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SAID a drop to a drop, "Just look at me!
I'm the finest rain-drop you ever did see:
I have lived ten seconds at least on my pane;
Swelling and filling and swelling again.
"All the little rain-drops unto me run,
I watch them and catch them and suck them up each one:
All the pretty children stand and at me stare;
Pointing with their fingers--'That's the biggest drop there.'"
"Yet you are but a drop," the small drop replied;
"I don't myself see much cause for pride:
The bigger you swell up,--we know well, my friend,--
The faster you run down the sooner you'll end.
"For me, I'm contented outside on my ledge,
Hearing the patter of rain in the hedge;
Looking at the firelight and the children fair,--
Whether they look at me, I'm sure I don't care."
"Sir," cried the first drop, "your talk is but dull;
I can't wait to listen, for I'm almost full;
You'll run a race with me?--No?--Then 'tis plain
I am the largest drop in the whole pane."
Off ran the big drop, at first rather slow:
Then faster and faster, as drops will, you know:
Raced down the window-pane, like hundreds before,
Just reached the window-sill--one splash--and was o'er.
[The end]
Dinah M. Mulock Craik's poem: Two Raindrops
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