Angels or Demons?

I sometimes wonder why doesn't the rain come down all at once
Why does it have to fall in those million little droplets

The sheer number makes me shiver
It makes me feel timid, weak

Its like the rain Gods play with my sense of self-tangibility
The hoard of raindrops kinda' renders me inconsequential

Its a stark reminder of the very fragility of my existence
and of those around me


Rain drops were there before i was first seen
they would still be there after i breath my last


It took us aeons to accumulate
and they took just minutes

and they do that over and over again,
compiling on my misery

the mere inception of rain is enough to provoke a chill within me
and its my soul that shivers, not my spine

only if it could come down all at once
and leave me feeling powerful again

coz' I would persist
even as it ceased to exist.

but then there are those
who say, "look at those million little angels"

and my beloved is a monster
which would eat us all up

but trust me o' poor beings
the monster may inflict pain

but wont you take pain
if misery were the only other lane?

and as for your "million little angels"
bestow your trust upon me;
they are not of Michael's breed.

They are just Demons in uprising,
worthy of nothing but cruel, rude exorcising.

-Ishaan Kumbkarni