I feel the mist
Velvet upon my skin
That is how the rain begins.
A light drizzle begins to fall
then the lightening flashes
The clouds give up all.
It is not rain I see,
But angel's tears for what
Man has wrought on thee.
Your cries are heard
by those above
the rain that appears
Is really their tears
shed out of love.
Let him without sin cast the first stone,
for it is he that has nothing to atone,
until he casts that first stone.