One day, as he stood looking up at the sky, two little raindrops saw him, and one said to the other: "Look at that farmer. I feel very sorry for him. He took such pains with his field of corn, and now it is drying up. I wish I might help him." "Yes," said the other, "but you are only a little raindrop. What can you do? You can't wet even one hill." "Well," said the first, "I know, to be sure, I cannot do much; but perhaps I can cheer the farmer a little, and I am going to do my best. I'll go to the field to show my good will, if I can't do anything more. Here I go!" The first raindrop had no sooner started for the field than the second one said: "Well, if you really insist upon going, I think I will go, too. Here I come!" And down went the raindrops. One came — pat — on the farmer's nose, and one fell on a thirsty stalk of corn. "Dear me," said the farmer, "what's that? A raindrop! Where did it come from? I do believe we shall have a shower."

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