If wishes fell like rain,

then certainly i am the storm,

the grass would grow greener,

crops would be watered,

the sky would be a dull gray,

but the sun would still shine,

the sounds wouldnt terrify,

but would be like a symphony,

those who were drought,

would be nurtured again,

those who lost hope,

would reignite and,

those who were lost,

would find their way.