Its raining, its raining,
I see those gloomy faces everyone's showing,
I feel like smiling,
Cause i can't help but remembering..
When I was younger,
I was scared of these showers.
I'd run inside,
Just to hide.
One day Mommy came to me,
And some something very slowly.
She said softly,
Each word sounding unbelievable to me.
I don't know if its true,
But she said,
"Ten angels come to Earth,
With every drop that falls."
I thought for a second,
And nodded,
With the young wisdom,
Of a ten your old youngun.
I went outside,
And played for a while.
I felt so good,
I couldn't help but remove my hood.
Today I played, once again, in the soaring rain,
Smiled and danced while everyone stared.
I guess it was a phobia that just ran away,
Either that or the angels who showed me my way.
But even today; When I see the rain,
I can't help but remember the angels that come with the droplets.
