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


a turbulent appears in common

and rapidly.


The rain leaves no sign behind,

except squeals of joy,

telling all is fabulously fine.