You ever see a mountain cap as the midday sun melts the snow. The snow trickles down the side like a mountain teardrop. As the mountain cries like it’s losing a part of its soul.
Or after an early morning due the teardrops fall from the leaves of the flower. As the flower cries tears of joy for the water to quench it’s thirst.
Have you sat by someone who just lost their husband/wife and wipe away the tears that flow like a rainfall from their cheek? Or look beyond the eyes of someone special and see the tears that flow inside. The tears that for years they’ve been afraid to cry. If you really stop to think about it tears are water just a different from. They don’t run hot they don’t run cold they just run without sometime no control.