They say without fear:
Rain is an angels' tears.
Coming down to wash away our errors.
I wonder as I look in the mirror:
Is there really angels?
Is there such thing as holy?
Do they really protect us?
From evils who do dangers!
Oh some wise men from the skies!
Tell me, tell me how!
The RAIN, how do rain!
Comforts my pain!
Or is it the angels
Who do it?
By using the holy rain.
Which falls in every good plains.
Why do raindrops falls?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good Poem Neil! May I invite you to read my poem We Can Be Raindrops :)