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.