Do clouds? ever turn to rain?

— Do clouds ever turn to rain? — They often do, again and again. — But what rains down isn’t cloud at all. — Then what is it? — A waterfall. Look into my eyes, you'll see. — Wait, is that... are you crying? — Not tears. That’s rain from me. — But you said clouds don’t cry rain. — That was a volcano speaking again. — Your eyes—they burn so red tonight! — That’s not blood, it's sorrow’s light. — What sorrow bleeds the way blood flows? — Not sorrow—feel where my heartbeat goes... — Your heart—it's trembling inside your chest! — That’s not a tremor; it’s unrest. — Then what is it that shakes you so? — The ache of longing. The hollow. Hold me close, you’ll understand. — Why’s your body cold as snow? — It’s not the frost. Just look and know. — Your forehead—it’s wet with sweat! — That’s not dew—touch my hands just yet... — There’s a pull, like magnet tight. — Not magnetism. Kiss me, you’ll see it right. — Your lips—they taste like honey’s kiss! — Not honey. It's poison, deep abyss. One sip, and love’s undone. — Then why are you still alive, not gone? — I live... look close at my eyes withdrawn. — Like dry leaves rustling on a wire... — Not sound. That’s silent fire. Touch my chest once more and hear... — Your heart—it’s still, no longer near. — You're in it now. It's calm because of you. — And if I leave? — Then the storm breaks through.