If wishes fell like rain then certainly I am a storm. At first I was a light drizzle never wanting too much. These days too much still isn’t enough. A bad day to me never had any rain It’s forced smiles on sunny days that make my ego ache. What if today I’m not okay? Is that not okay? Whose to say? Who said I gave up? I still have wishes untouched; rain drops that haven’t fallen. And dodging them is like missing my calling.