If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm Disappointment trained, ever since I was born Like clashing temps colliding in the atmosphere, You can’t see me but you feel my presence, Under your skin in your hair and everywhere, A fierce familiar and but electric essence, Do not weep too under my cloud of tears, I bare enough to to shoulder your pain, My dreams and wishes drowned by fear, Never taking the risk and never reaping the gain.