If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

A storm filled with droplets that form fantasies with lightning that holds different destines and thunder that sounds like symphonies that could break a single heartbeat.

The kind of storm, with even an umbrella will soak you from your head to your feet, overflow seas, and feed the driest of trees.

The kind of storm we’re after you see a rainbow, and the ground is covered in a shimmery glow, because my dreams rain so hard they won’t go unknown.

~ _A.J.Y _