Today I stood at the window and cursed the pouring rain 
Today a desparate farmer prayed for his fields of grain 
My weekend plans were ruined, it almost made me cry
While the farmer lifts his arms and blesses the clouded sky

The alarm went off on Monday, and I cursed my work routine
Next door a laid of mechanic feels the empty pockets of his jeans 
I can't wait for my vacation, some time to take for me
He doesn't know tonight how he'll feed his family 

I cursed my leaky roof and the grass I had to mow
A homeless man downtown checks for change in the telephone 
I need a new car, mine is getting really old
He huddles in a doorway seeking shelter from the cold 

With blessings I'm surrounded, the rain, a job, a home
Though my eyes are often blinded by the things I think I own. 

Author Unknown