When an Angel Dies

When growing up, I used to gaze in wonder at the ominous storm clouds building up in the distance. And in between the clouds, the crepuscular rays broke though. At these times it was for me as if God was showing me His Glory and the rays were the hairs of his brush as He painted on His canvas on the sky. Now when the anticrepuscular rays, they are the parallel shafts of sunlight from holes in the clouds, shine down from heaven, I as little boy used to say an angel has just died and was been taken back up to heaven.