I knew I had something within me
But still I could never make it rain, most of the time
And when the thunder replied to my calls
I felt a thrill as its roar gave me confirmation and confidence
When instead I should have had no reaction
No doubt in expectations

Then, last night, as I lowered inhibitions and heightened awareness
My hands, correctly folded, received writings faint and soothing
Difficult to read the sensational inscriptions
I focused that usually avoided mind on the italics
Words, sometimes repeated, became clear and understood
Believe, and anything is possible
I guess knowing is nothing without belief

So now I walk the streets in my daily rituals
Giving attention and devotion to cries of any origin
But I believe now, more so than I did before
And as I exhale sighs of sympathy and comfort
Not only breath escapes my human lungs
But winds that carry those woes spoken in whispers