The air changes

Filling with an electrical charge

The sky cracks open in a boom

And poors out it’s tears on me

It’s fairly cloudy up there

The chemical changes

Filling my brain with an electrical charge

My eyes crack open in a heaving sob

And poors out it’s tears on me

It’s fairly cloudy in here

The message is the same

Filling the person with the same emotion

Their ears crack open from a soft voice

And it poors out these tears on them

It’s a fairly cloudy story

(Im not the best at poem writing but I gave it my best shot)