It is not rainig outside...

It is not rainig outside..., originally uploaded by Prozak is gone.

No, it is not raining outside.
Each droplet of water clinging to my window is the tear of an angel.
Some cry for the Moon.
Some cry for the Sun.
Some cry for their hearts are broken.
To forget.
To repair.
To dry.
To stop.
To leave the life in endless happiness.
To get used.
To smile, and make others smile.
To love, and be loved.
Have the strength to treat each tear as a happy moment.
For it is after the rain that the Sun and the Moon come out to dance.
They hide.
They seek.
They break and mend the hearts.
It is the tears that wash away the pain.
It is the tears that make us strong.
It is the tears that make us love.
The pain.
The hurt.
They do not last long.
They leave just a slight tingle that makes it all even more worthwhile the next time.
The next time it will not rain.
The next time the angels will play with the Moon and the stars.
Sadly the rain will not...