The Rain Poem by Neil Tabanao

They say without fear:
Rain is an angels' tears.
Coming down to wash away our errors.
I wonder as I look in the mirror:

Is there really angels?
Is there such thing as holy?
Do they really protect us?
From evils who do dangers!

Oh some wise men from the skies!
Tell me, tell me how!
The RAIN, how do rain!
Comforts my pain!

Or is it the angels
Who do it?
By using the holy rain.
Which falls in every good plains.

Why do raindrops falls?