Brain Trickling

Many storms have come and gone

Yet greater could be had

Such thoughts convince the little cloud

With stormy raiment clad

Prepared to fight with rain and light

He seeks to gain his chance

Pondering the perfect storm

He takes a thunderous stance

Looking 'round to find yet more

With which to thus perform

He tries to find another cloud

To ponder and brain-storm

For even if the perfect tempest

Comes within his mind

There it stays forevermore

If clouds he cannot find

His vain attempts to blow and roar

And strike and hail and burn

Would prove not more than breeze and mist

And comforts others yearn

A storm needs quite the varied mass

With which to clash and strike

Even storm of brain and thought,

Alone, is naught but tyke

But still the cloud continues thinking,

With trickle-storming brain,

In case one day he's not alone

To cause much more than rain