No one looks at the rain like she does Every drop of water has a soul Every roar of thunder declares it’s power To her the ocean is a brother— the wind is a friend If you look deep into her eyes, you won’t miss the beauty of nature Everything indicated “small” she perceives as “everything” There is no In between And she’s never fallen in love because her spirit is unlike any other Her brain’s grown wide— full of dreams No one can seem to comprehend her existence But she hasn’t noticed me The boy whom always speaks She’s drawn away from words that don’t portray her worlds And I want her— as my own So I hope And I pray, twelve times a day Oh if wishes fell like r a i n Then certainly, I am a STORM! I am her S T O R M, and one day, just as the rain she’ll love my soul, as well