Rainrain

All week, I’ve carried the thought of you dying,

on my shoulders

and so I bow and stoop

and drag my hands

All month, I’ve carried the thought of you dying,

in my head

and so the wind howls inside

and I growl at my loves

All year, I’ve carried the thought of you dying,

in my heart

and so sampaloc leaves fall

and I laugh a little less

All my life, I’ve carried the thought of you dying,

in my soul

and so I lead you up the hill

one rainy morning

and I love a little more.