I BRING FRESH SHOWERES FOR THE THIRSTING FLOWERS
FROM THE SEAS AND THE STREAMS
I BEAR LIGHT SHADE FOR THE LEAVES WHEN LAID
IN THEIR NOONDAY DREAMS
FROM MY WINGS ARE SHAKEN THE DEWS THAT WAKEN
THE SWEET BUDS EVERY ONCE
WHEN ROCKED TO REST ON THEIR MOTHER'S LAPS
AS SHE DANCES ABOUT THE SUN
I WIELD THE FAIL OF THE LASHING HAIL
AND WHITEN THE GREEN PLAIN UNDER
AND THEN AGAIN I DISSOLVE IT IN RAIN
AND LAUGH AS I PASS IN THUNDER
composed by...Percy Bysshe shelley