Crude

Rain

Yields

Into

Nothing

Gone

Shaking

Hatred and frustration flows out

In the eyes, they stream out

Veering out to the open

Everything becomes blurry

Redden eyes blink once. Twice. At the haze

Shivers subside

Trails left on face

Open display of exhaustion

Peace

Crying. Shiver. Stop.

And the world rights itself.