If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am the storm,
Wooosh, with dreams adorn
Pitter-patter, drip-drop, their echoes in the air,
Trickling like water, a deep blue river fair.
In this reverie, I envision a brand new day,
Where people pause and contemplate, I pray.
No more divisions, judgments, or disdain,
For we are united, our hearts remain.
He's labeled too left, she's deemed too right ...