If I were a rain poem

I am a drop of water, a drop of ordinary water. I come from mountains, rivers, Himalayas and Daxinganling. I silently cultivated the tip of the grass, and the leaves were only for the green. I have my footprints in fields and villages, in towns and streets, in mountains and plains, in deserts and beaches. I long for the magnificence of the sea, which is my endless yearning. I look forward to the surging of the Yangtze River and Yellow River, which is my dream. I envy the tranquility and serenity of the lake, which is my hometown I can't forget. Colorful waterfalls are the movement of my struggle. I spilled my love into the sky, and the sky was covered with seven colors of rainbows. I leave my love to the desert, and a charming oasis will grow. I am a drop of water, an ordinary water accompanying the spring breeze. I am not lonely and encouraged by the summer rain. I am not sad. I am most concerned about autumn. I am not sad. I am supported by winter snow. I am not annoyed that I am not as precious as pearls, as dazzling as gold, and as shiny as diamonds. But I believe that as long as there is me in the world, there will be no desert, and there will be no famine on the earth. As long as there is me in the Millennium, Cycas can bloom and dead trees can sprout for thousands of years. I am a drop of water that no one appreciates, praises, envies or sings, but I don't feel inferior and give up on myself. I believe that one day, people will definitely think of the drop of water behind the prosperity. In the melody of prosperous times, "If I were a drop of water", if I were a drop of water, I would like to be the sea and a chestnut. When it is quiet, my figure is hard to find. When it is turbulent, I would like to retreat three feet, not just leave again. If I were a drop of water, I would like to be that grain of sand, a drop of tears, and hide in the busy happy time, eager to clear my sorrow, not disappear, but re-nourish, lead the leading role, improvise modern poems and despise those.