The gift, the curse The reason for life It helps, it destroys Just the same as a knife We take it for granted It's a wonderful thing It never goes to waste Like a beautiful ring It taps on windows It breaks down doors It revives nature But, that's what it's made for If you ask yourself What brings joy and pain? My favorite thing in the world The Rain
A poem I wrote about four years ago to my mother during church because I couldn't jam out in my head. Enjoy.