rain keep a comming

I never get any wetter no mater how much or how hard it rains, what am I?

To live and breathe

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 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?

Listen carefully

You heard me before,

Yet you hear me again.

Then I die, ‘Til you call me again

What am I?

Wet & Dry

The more I dry the wetter I get? What am I?

I cannot be felt, seen or touched

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?

The More You Take

The more you take the more you leave behind.

Getting Bigger

If you add to me I get smaller. When you take things out of me I get bigger. What am I?

Doing no harm, and feeling no pain

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?

Inside Outside

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 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

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?