The sun is high in the sky
And yet its raining
My eyes are clouds
Bursting with seawater.

The landscape becomes blurry,
The blue sky and the sun become black.
I feel on my cheeks,
Raindrops.

They trace wet paths on my cheeks,
These raindrops are hot against my fresh skin.
They cascade to my lips,
These raindrops are as salty as the oceans.

It may be sunny,
The rain continues to slide on my cheeks.
I would like to open my eyes,
Discover a rainbow.

But all I see,
It is a landscape behind a window.
A window covered with drops,
After a cloud of rain.