If wishes fell like rain,

Then certainly I am a storm.

I am a rainstorm

Filled of large, full drops.

Each one splashing hard

against the pavement

And splattering

From the impact.

The wishes I rain down

onto the world are numerous.

Those caught outside unawares

Would call it a torrential downpour.

But for me, I think it is more

Iike a torrential _OUT_-pour.

Each wish forms and falls,

Forms and falls.

They drop as fast

As thoughts can form.

Each individual

_splish_, _splash_, and _patter_

Joins together in an endless roar.

If wishes fell like rain…

Then I am **most certainly** a storm.

My thoughts chain

In flashes of lightning.

The backlash of each crack

Is loud, rumbling thunder.

I have enough wishes

I could cover every land mass.

I could drown the world in wishes,

Turning everything to oceans.

The story of the world

Living on an Ark

Would become real life.

I wish for myself.

But not just for me…

I wish for my lover,

My family, my friends.

I wish for strangers

And acquaintances.

I wish for the world.

… For Mother Nature.

So, if wishes begin to fall like rain,

I apologize for the storm.