I follow them around.

For every wish I gift them

One tear may fall from the clouds.

It rains and rains on their land,

making their soil rich and fertile.

Their farms flourish and thrive.

I wait for my rainy day.

When all my wishes are granted.

When my crops and fields become fertile.

I water everyone else’s fields while mine are dry and lifeless.

If wishes fell like raindrops, then certainly I am the storm.