I am holding the rain in my eyes.
My eyes grow wider and wider.
There is so much dangerous rain.
My lake-like gaze always upward.
I want the sky to hold me like
I am holding the rain in my eyes.
Tie my eyelashes into bows.
Brace my legs against the weight.
The sun pushes. The wind pulls.
There are pools within the pools.
I am holding the rain in my eyes
and I am holding the pain in my chest
and I am leaving my name behind
and I am hoping to change my mind
and I am waiting to stop time
and I am holding the rain in my eyes.
