Rain

The waters have dried out. Everyday is like a baron well, waiting to be filled, so it can give again.

It gives once again, replenished and ready, but no one comes. It waits. It dries.

The rain comes, it fills. It makes it hard, and it hurts as it pounds. It had enough, but it wouldn't stop. You cant tell the rain what to do. It wills itself. When the earth had enough of it, it rose. and it gave back. It had enough - it still did not stop.

The giving the taking only goes so far.
Stop. Take the course, and grow.