• One, two, three, four
    I count them as they fall
    Five, six, seven, eight
    Where do they come from?

    I'm soaked to the bone
    And I raise my hands to the sky
    And look up
    To the clouds above

    The sky is crying
    More than I can
    Could it understand me?
    Or is it simply weeping?

    Why do they fall,
    Down to this world
    This world which is so ugly?
    To they see something I do not?

    Rain is sad
    Gently falling to their deaths,
    Suicide dives from the sky above,
    Why do they come down so gaily?

    It ends, and the sun appears
    The world celebrates
    Sparkling on every fallen drop
    A rainbow in the sky

    Perhaps, after rain,
    We should take a moment
    And pray for all the fallen ones
    Who leapt from the clouds