Angels Tears

Something I wrote on the bus ride home. It was pouring.

As the rain

Hits my window pane

I watch the drops and ask why

 

I must ask why

Why the Angels cry

Their tears falling down

 

Falling down

And hitting the ground

From the darkend sky

 

From the sky

The Angels cry

Their tears, drops of rain

 

The drops of rain

On my window pane

That cause me to ask why.

Author's Note

Just kinda bored and had pen and paper.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Something very good came from you being bored. This is a very nice poem and I like it. Seeing rain as Angel Tears and asksing the question why? I think your poem would go very well with music and be a song.

Tina