• Rain is like an Angel
    Falling from the Heavens.
    In the air it dangles
    Shunned by Nuns and Revrands.

    No repentance is offered
    For it's deadly sin.
    It's misery, it's torture isn't bothered:
    It suffers for what it's been.

    Fallen Angels have no hopes,
    No happiness left in their souls.
    They mourn and the mope...
    Until the ground swallows them whole.