Angel's Grace

I am broken, my wings no more standing tall. Been sitting on top here for a while. Nothing below me. Just broke down. Its raining and my wings are broken. My face bruised badly and my body as if just out of a fight. Each drop that falls on my body vaporizes after giving its stinging cold. Have I been cursed? How did it happen? What happened?.. I am just here and it hurts. The clouds thunder and lightnings crown me high above my head. All is lost. I sit here broken. I pray, to the god I lost faith in. I can feel my heart squeeze out its last. My tears mingle with the rain. I look at my hands, they are burnt, powerless, steaming. I have nothing except my sorrows. The world is as I can see grey and dark, nothing moves at all. The clouds though keep moving with a menacing and powerful grace. The wind, strong, blowing its might into my ears.
A little bird, lost in the thunders and rain, wet and heavy comes and falls on my hands. It needs shelter and is far from finding it. My last prayer before I too fell, numb was a selfless one for the little one he has left with me. A light burst upon me. The clouds part just enough for the sunlight to reach through to me. My eyes still closed. My hands still just protecting the little one. I feel warm. I feel his presence, his power. My wings burst out of my body. A new pair stronger than the ones before. My body as delicate as a new born's. My face radiant. The rain blocked out with the wings that stand majestic. The little one in my hands, reborn in his own state. I hold him one last time and climb above the rain. To the heavens where the sun is bright, the clouds white, the air cool. I give one more prayer of thanks.