Author Robert Herrick We blame, nay we despise her paines That wets her Garden when it raines: But when the drought has dri'd the knot; Then let her use the watring pot. We pray for showers (at our need) To drench, but not to drown our seed. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments