there’s rain on my face as i look at the sky...tear drops from angels flying up high...the sun has gone hiding..i don’t know why..but the clouds have gone riding across...they are white as a dove's wing...and as birds fly across them and sing,they seem to shine with a light from within...from somewhere you cant pin down...for they seem to know..that inside them grow..rain...drops of rain...that will fall and make the world's pain go away...it is beauty in its simplest form...it is quiet in the world's storm...it is rain falling on my face...