If wishes fell like rain

Then certainly, I am a storm.

My open ear you’d gain

My truest form. In the storm’s eye

No wish could I deny

Our calm. You ask, I satisfy.

If wishes fell like rain

Then certainly, you’d ask again.

With certainty not chance

You would dance, drenched, to my thunder.

Clothed in drops of wonder

My stirred heart, a cloud you’d plunder.