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