There are a lot of things I wished to have,

just as everyone else.

People tend to wish for things such as

more money,

a bigger house,

or a newer car —

things that benefit no one but themselves.

You know, normal, but unrealistic wishes.

When they don’t get they’re bizzare disires,

they tend to act like it’s the end of the world.

When in reality,

it’s just a little bit of wind in their sunny weather.

Ungrateful for the raindrops that pass,

even when it waters the flowers.

If it’s not pure sunshine,

it’s not good enough.

My wishes are heavier. But I don’t know wish

for things like jewelry or money.

I wish for recognition.

For understanding.

But doesn’t that mean my wishes are just as selfish?

They _are_ self beneficial, same as everyone else.

Maybe I’m storming, while they’re drizzling.

But we’re both raining.

I wish to have ears to listen.

Eyes to see _me_.

A voice that speaks to me.

Touch that feels like home.

I, too, want more.

The eye I have watches quietly at the center of this hurricane.

If wishes fell like rain, then certainly —

I am the storm.