Tears of an Angel

Drops are pouring outside,
slow at first like water droplets
before pouring in the form
of a million tears.
Thousands of angels crying out
in painful remembrance
of the hardships of the world.
Endless sounds of pitter-patter on the ground
with the dark sky engulfing every ray of light.
Eternal till nothing is left to cry for,
and it passes as the world forgets
and starts anew.

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When it rains, it's as if the angels are crying for us. Crying for our pains and sufferings, our joys and our dreams. Mostly, they cry because they hear our souls crying out, longing to shed what we sometimes refuse to make known. Because our souls, and angels, know what we refuse to know.