Rain is tiny tears of soul.
They crash to the ground awaiting the comfort from the soil.
Rain is not angel tears but of the forgotten.
They try to nourish the Earth's dry skin.
Rain is a beautiful thing too.
If you catch the face of a raindrop,
you will see Heaven through it's eyes.
I don't know what you see when it rains.
Now you know what I see.

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