It fell on my face. The first of a thousand tears of the weeping sky. I realized when I began to die, that I should have stayed with you. I will wait for that one day, when the sky would finally open, turning to clear and blue not gray, just like what it once have been. But here I’ll sit for a while, listening to the faint raindrops fell on the gravel. I know that from afar, away, a thousand mile, you’ll take and love again your darling fallen angel.