Sad Rain

A mind that screams, of misery and dreams. 
A brain that hears, but numb for the fears.
Throat gets heavy, ready to blast on signal.
Eyes gets heated, mysteriously emitting vapors.
The vibes at throat unbearable,
though doesn't pains,nor does it irks, 
it just thunders inside that voice-box dark, 
unable to open the hole that lets the screams out, 
it gets out through the window meant for looking out. 
Vapors converts to liquid, 
lava flows down the cheeks, 
thundering eventually stops, 
establishing electrical neutrality in brain again. 
Sad rain. 

                                      The Puzzle Maker                            

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