Gods little angle

[derpunicorn]

The rain crashes harder then a ball would smash the ground. The leaves of the branches would be threw back in the win as if it was wet hair. The howls of the wolves will echo in the snow capped mountain.Those howls will turn into cries of a baby. Prints of baby wolf paws in the mud will soon turn into track of a toddlers tiny feet. Night after night a new animal would be mauled for that special creature. But if you look out the window of a day of rain you could see the eyes of the angel.