Angel's RainA Poem by Becca BishopI think rain is something we all share an interest in. Not only because of the petrichor but also because there's something unspeakably magical about it.I thought I heard the moaning wind From the quiet where I lay I thought I heard the crying storm, Alone that darkened day.
I thought as murderous clouds appeared Too late to run away And then as bristling howl began I couldn’t help but stay.
If falling rain is angels’ tears And snow the angels’ dreams Then what could the unearthly storms To heaven’s angels mean?
I thought I heard the tired wind From where I sat alone Perhaps the anger from above Or something else unknown.
I thought as vibrant purple hues Pushed the storm away Why the glowing angel’s tears Had bathed the world today.
If anger yields the darkest thoughts And sorrow brings on pain For what reason then did angels weep, And call upon the rain? © 2012 Becca BishopAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBecca BishopA magical world where my toes all have little smiley faces on them , UTAboutI love to write. But then, I'd wager that most everyone does if you're on this site. Duh. Anyway, I love to read other people's writing. Once again, duh. Please refrain from sending me erotica or othe.. more..Writing
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