If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.
Fulfillment runs like streams,
With the hope of any dream.
The wind whispers things,
The even I know cannot be seen.
But if I didn’t know any better I would say
Even the puddles have no secrets what am I
If not okay.
Thunder booms the beginning of a bloom,
Full of ice and flowers.
Lighting shining,
Creating dashes that are blinding....
