Only drops of sweat beating off my brow
On long simmering days of summer heat
Won't fail a heart in content up to now
Withers away my spirits in defeat

Bucket by bucket from a well running dry
Carefully spilt onto each tender plant
Soaks into the earth must give it a try
Enough to hold on be ever so scant

Hope is forecast looks promising for rain
Back to the fields with a hoe in my hand
Pulling more weeds and fertilize again
Cause now is the time to make a firm stand

Success or failure when rains at last come
Counts how you measure with a rule of thumb