So high above,
If clouds were talking,
Floating in their airy abode,
They must have come closer,
To whisper in each other’s ears,
And it rained,

Wrapped in a sheet of paper,
A homeless soul is sleeping,
Trying not to shiver alone,
Mumbling few words of prayer,
And it rained,

A broken heart, looking out the window,
The broken glass,
And some red oozing out of her skin,
She tries to close her eyes forever,
And it rained,

With bloodshot eyes, and trembling feet,
A drunk son looks at the orchard of souls,
Trying to find the stone,
With a familiar name engraved,
The winds blow the dead flowers away,
And it rained…
And it rained..
And it rained..