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.