I love the rain.
I believe that rain drops
don't just come from the clouds,
I think they come from a better place.
They're the tears that gently
roll down the porcelain cheeks of angels
They wash away the sins of the ground,
Cleaning our earth of the pain
from the days previous,
so we can start over.
I dance in the haze of tears from the heavens,
hoping they'll sink into my skin
And cleanse my soul of it's sorrows.