If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

Fulfillment runs like streams,

With the hope of any dream.

The wind whispers things,

The even I know cannot be seen.

But if I didn’t know any better I would say

Even the puddles have no secrets what am I

If not okay.

Thunder booms the beginning of a bloom,

Full of ice and flowers.

Lighting shining,

Creating dashes that are blinding.

With the hope of something new.

Because who would I be if I was not a storm.

Storm with raindrops full of my wishes.

I would be nothing at all but a tear drop.

Bitter and sweet.