Angels cried as stormy clouds rolled in.

Their tears fell from the heavens onto my hurting face.

I stand alone in the storm, crying along with the angels.

Lighting flashes and thunder explodes,

As the heart of the storm draws nearer.

The rain comes harder washing away my sins.

Finally released, I begin to dance to the rhythm of the droplets.

The storm passes over and I smile, looking up,

Silently thanking the angels for their hurting to rid me of mine.

6-27-06