i felt hands pour  
out of the clouds
and touch the puffy summit of skin
under my eyes
laying fingers on the raw peaks
of my cheeks
tracing the footprints
of blotchy red tears
down to the collection point
evaporating the water
soon returned to the heavens

does the cycle ever end?
does the cycle ever end?
(i'm collected in the clouds)

only when you're dead!
only when you're dead!
(it's rainy season again)