This rain
It's been falling for centuries
Blessing his son
And cursing land

This rain has been there for generations
Blessing this son
And still cursing that land

Yet neither has made it
A blessed son on a cursed land
The son is not prospering
And the land is fruitless
Can the two make it?

The son can prosper
The land can be fruitful as well
Why won't this son impact his blessings
On that land?
To remove the curse upon it

"Son this is what I got for you and land" said Rain
Rain gave son a pen with blessed ink
Gave land a cursed sheet

Son try to be wise for once
Why won't you merge
Your blessed pen with that cursed sheet?
It'll bear you everlasting fruits