The wide tears tickle ears,

tearing down quickly

nothing wearing.

 

An unannounced sorrow,

which haven't even known existed,

clambers like horrow.

 

A dew's whispers are weak.

A rolling drop on the cheek.

 

An anonymous kick

digs the grave

through the horizontal rain

to the fit.

After burying the ghost

sadness has lost.

 

Some storms perfom locally

but

a turbulent appears in common

and rapidly.

 

The rain leaves no sign behind,

except squeals of joy,

telling all is fabulously fine.