The angels held their breath,nseated on their clouds,nand watched their mountains fall.nThe widower below,nfurrowed in his brow,nknows there’s nothing wrong.nnThe children feel it now;nthe frost that chokes the stove,nhas frozen up the well.nAnd everything they need,nthe things they couldn’t seenfar from the sky they fell.nnAnd I can see them running in,nfrom the storm that’s never been,nliving up to all their shamenunder the falling rain.nnLate night by the creek,nmoonlight stars and me,nreflecting all that’s passed.nAnd underneath the grass,nthe garden turned to glass;nit’s all faded black.nnAnd I can see them runningnfrom the storm that’s never been,nliving up to all their namesnunder the falling rain.nnLight a candle for their smiles,nbefore it grows too light,nand pray with them a while.nclackin’ rosary beads,ndistracting even me -nJumping up and down.nnAnd I can see them running in,nfrom the storm that’s never been,nliving up to all their shame,nunder the falling rain.nn