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