Questioning Nature

As the rain fell, I asked it why it was sad,
 It told me coldly that life was cruel.
When the shadow had passed me, I asked why it was so gloomy,
 It echoed my words and made me feel alone.
As the wind blew by, I asked it why it was so hasty,
 It screamed at me that our lives blow away.
When the fire began to cool, I asked it why it was so unpredictable
 It roared at me and said that all meaning burns away.
As time began to run out I asked it why it did so,
 It told me to move on, as everything must end.