Love.

Love can be a sudden rainstorm, refreshing to a field in need of water. Sweet relief to a small farm during the longest drought in years.

Sometimes it rains too hard. It's painful, almost harmful to the plants. Whether the crops will continue to grow is in the hands of Mother Nature herself.

And occasionally, the rain floods the field. Love is a downpour of emotions, good and bad. It overflows and stays for unmeasurable, inconsistent times.