The heavens weep each time it rains, they weep for you and
me. They weep for those who are dead and gone, and those who are yet to be.
The heavens weep for the orphaned, the lost, for those who
do not see the light. They weep for the silent who cannot speak, and for those
who cry out in the night.
The heavens weep for the wounded, the maimed, for those who
are not feeling whole. They weep for the childless, for those who have tried,
and may not have reached their goal.
The heavens weep for the abandoned, the hurt, for those who
have suffered abuse. They weep for the little ones who do not feel loved, and
for those who cannot choose.
The heavens weep for the lonely, the poor, for those who
live out on the street. They weep for the proud who turn their backs on the
destitute that they meet.
The heavens weep each time it rains, they weep for you and
me. For each drop comes from the presence of God, with love, unconditionally.
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