If wishes fell like rain,

Then certainly I am the storm,

Hail falling on me,

Like bullets hitting the floor,

Sleet hits my cheek,

Like pollen fallen on green sheets,

If pollen was my dream,

Bees carry mine away,

Tried to claim it back,

Stung me to bits I felt weak,

Thunder seem scary as a kid,

The noise is louder than what’s within,

Something beautiful about standing in the rain,

You get wet yet your pain feels it’s been washed away,

Sad times happen give me room to mourn,

Certainly I am the storm