If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am the storm, They fall ever so effortlessly, In a cloud of ideas with love surrounding me, Making a wish, with love and hope falling tears of joy fulfilling me, The sleepy blue skies above me sparkled and shined as I passed by, the calm crystal clear lake filled the unwanted measures of air, but not completely, storms are not a wish it’s a requirement, life is the wish, and life will go on.