The tears of angels

Angels lived on the clouds. Probably it would be more accurate phrase if I said that the angels lived inside the sky because it is not known exactly where the homeland of the angels is. They flew among the beautiful drops of rain and played with them, "It is the rain again. It is the rain for people. It is the rain for nature." Later the warm sun looked at the earth with the kind rays of its smile. "It is warmth for people. It is kindness from us to them," the angels sang together. Sometimes one of them took the most beautiful ray of the sun and flew to the windows of the houses where people lived. The angel kissed the air near the windows with the ray and people smiled to the ray. "It is the day of beauty," people told each other. "We love it." If the angels laughed then colored bright rainbow spread over the sky. People showed each other the rainbow, "It is good sign. We will have wonderful future. The sky loves us". It was a usual day when one angel flew back in tears to the others. "What happened?" they asked the angel with emotion. "Your tears are not like rain drops. It is something made of black color. However, we cannot understand why we have such sad feeling. Please, tell us about your grief". The light angel began to tell them about a black war which destroyed many houses. "People were killing each other. I have seen a child who was taken by the darkness of death. People opened the space of their hearts for evil and hatred. I cannot understand the reason of the war. Their faces are changed by that hatred," the story of the angel was so sad that all the angels burst into tears. "We should fly to the place of that war tomorrow. May be we could stop the war of the evil?" they told with running tears. The angels took all the rainbows that they had among the clouds. They asked the sun for its rays. The sun presented the angels with many warm rays. "It could be our secret weapons of kindness. The people will understand our mystery language. The people always understood our language of clouds and birds," the angels were talking about their plan of kindness all evening. In the morning they flew to the people. It was not very easy for them because it was difficult to fly from the sky to the land. The land was not the usual transparent world of angels. They were strong only among clouds and the rays of the sun. They were full of the light in their own space of living. However, they wanted to help people. They decided to bring that light for people too. They were flying from the space of transparent naivety. The angels saw many black events on the dark land of the war. They presented all the rainbows and the rays of the sun, which were taken from the sky, so that people could understand them. The angels did not stop the war. They returned inside the sky with an ocean of tears. The angels did not sing any more. They did not play with small clouds. They were steeped in tears, which made small lakes on the sky. The lakes existed in the sky too. Sad news brought by the strongest angel who had flown to the land of the war brought new tears for them every day.      Every day……Every day…      Black news… Every day…      New tears… ..Every day… The tears of the poor angels made a big ocean of tears. It was too hard for the sky. It had to be stopped by the sky because there was a serious danger that the sky could fall down to the earth. The sky decided to transform the ocean into an invisible ocean and to put it on the earth. "Big seas and oceans should be placed on the earth," the sky thought and put this invisible ocean on the land. It was not the place of that war but it was not far from the clouds where the angels were at that time. Big unusual floods submerged the towns. The floods covered a large area. The flood level was so high that thousands of people had to leave their houses. "What is it?" they asked each other. "It has never happened in our towns. We understand nothing," they thought. The rivers of the angels' tears ran along the streets of the towns. The angels did not want to make it. They were flying above poor towns. The angels were sorry for the talk with people that angels had with the rivers of tears.      Every day……Every day…      Black news… Every day…      New tears… ..Every day…