In the Heavens I was made, at the time I knew and saw my mother, but she had not known or saw me, hand picked by God, I am not self or man made, my father at the time was the devil in black shadows, playing “God” in a masquerade, so many times my mother wept and she cried, praying for a sign, and a miracle to fall from the sky, God her only comfort during that time, held her when she cried, heard all the sighs, and sent me to be by her side, anxious, confused and surprised, I respectfully declined, I didn’t want to leave the sky, falling through clouds on a very rainy night, my mothers “angel in disguise”, I knew I couldn’t hide, all the false negatives was God on her side, clouds and thunderstorms, he cleansed a place for me, I called out to my mother…”mommy”, “I’m in here with you, can you hear me”, startled out her sleep, she awoke, checked her phone, rolled over, she couldn’t go back to sleep, so she jumped to her feet, starting a new life changing journey, but this time it’ll end with me, a wish made in the rain, as the drops fell and tapped her window pane… If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am the storm.