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

Wishing, wanting, braving fears of desire,

Change yourself, and your form,

Make a wish, that flames like fire.

Hoping for this one beloved thing,

Tame the fire that burns inside,

What I want will someday sing,

Chanting lines of triumph pride.

Wishing stubbornly, every day,

Light filled eyes looking to the sky.

Longing for the one hopeful ray,

Of perfect satisfaction, with lovely sigh.