rain keep a comming
rain keep a comming
I never get any wetter no mater how much or how hard it rains, what am I?
I never get any wetter no mater how much or how hard it rains, what am I?
I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
What am I?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait,
With piercing force its doles out fate,
Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might,
Eternally joining in a single bite.
What am I?
You heard me before,
Yet you hear me again.
Then I die, ‘Til you call me again
What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched;
Yet I can be found in everybody;
My existence is always in debate;
Yet I have my own style of music.
What Am I?
If you add to me I get smaller. When you take things out of me I get bigger. What am I?
Only one color, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies.
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What am I?
You throw away my outside and cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and throw away my inside.
What am I?
No legs have I to dance,
No lungs have I to breathe,
No life have I to live or die
And yet I do all three.
What am I?
Light as a feather, there is nothing in it;
The strongest man can’t hold it for much more than a minute.
What is it?