'mama, why are the angels crying?'

with the sweet drops
of liquid hope
down, down
coating my face
dripping hair
feeling the water
wash away my inner demons
for the moment.
feeling the earth
dark and mystic
cryptic and damp
magick is free
and the earth is playful.
so I'll sit in the rain
letting it wash away my troubles
until the sun shines through
my little wet world of magick
the warmth doesn't always bring good
and the light doesn't
shine through my eternal darkness
let the angels cry
because their tears
only bring me peace.