The Angels Are Crying. Poem by A Kal

The angels are crying.
Can't you feel it on your bare skin as you walk
down the street as it pours down from the heavens?
It's running down your skin and it's cold but at the
same time it's warm. All the blemishes in your soul
are melting away as the rain pours all over your bare
skin as it runs towards the ground below.
The rain is melting away all of your sins that you have
collected over the long years of your life. You feel like
a newly created soul that was just born on this Earth
just now at this very second at this very minute of this
hour of this day.