If wishes fell like rain, certainly I am a storm. Wishing for you, wishing for love. The type of love you fall so deeply you can’t see anymore. I’m blinded by this wishing storm wondering if the clouds will pass and I’ll finally know if we will last. Tell me if we will be something, give me anything I can grasp. But now I just keep wishing one day you’ll see, see me, see us and what we can be. Wishing for more. If wishes fell like rain, certainly I am a storm. Not one of those small showers but the ones with the lighting and thunder begging, pleading, hoping you can hear these loud cries. I feel like I’m giving enough signs. I don’t want to wish anymore, I want to be those cheesy couples who dance and sing in the rain I don’t want to be stuck just wishing, I hate this pain. But i guess I’ll just be torn still saying, if wishes fell like rain, certainly I am a storm.