Teardrops
Short Lived
Rain continued to pour out of her vividly blue eyes
forcefully upon those who were inevitably inundated with depthless streams of
unfathomable amounts of water, howling winds, and swooshing mist swirling
swish, crash, splash, everlasting, exhausting, haunting all who comes in its
path her limbs reach out at first to fill their thirst but later burst, snap,
splinter, causing her to howl, screech, release more tears, crying in one day
enough for several years, her body has been ravished too many times, the
fracking, cracking, splintering of her spine enraged her, engaged her to lift
up her polar caps, dropping them back into the sea like no other time in
history, anger of Mother Nature is apocalyptic to me.