Certainly, I am a storm, wishes fall like rain,

In the realm of dreams, where desires know no chain.

With thunderous thoughts and lightning hopes that gleam,

I chase the tempest's wild dance, a fanciful, vibrant dream.

Through the darkest night, I'll rage with all my might,

And with each falling wish, I'll set the world alight.

In this whirlwind of hope, where fantasies take form,

I'll be the tempest of wishes, a relentless, endless storm.

The drops of wishes, they cascade from the sky,

Each one a whispered longing, a silent, hopeful cry.

They fall on open hearts and souls that dare to dream,

As I, the storm, surround them, a tumultuous, joyful stream.

I'll wash away the doubts, the fears that often bind,

And bring a sense of wonder to every wandering mind.

For in this world of wishes, where magic does transform,

Certainly, I am a storm, as wishes fall like rain, and I perform.