If wishes fell like rain, then I am certainly the storm I wish through all the pain to wish us to be proud of scorn to be torn because of the scar gets healed with a star wishes don’t lead far under hate or a subpar second, what could go wrong? Wishing doesn’t harm nor shall it fail so I will wish and tame the storm. The harm of a storm is fake Unless it is of heat then pain becomes too much to bear. Why not spend every moment awake wishing on the star up there?