His sharp words

We're like sparks

Fuel to a torrent of anger

Enough to build a flame

That grew into a raging fire

That was quick to spread

Doming all within its path

Destroying the one at the very core of the fire

Then came the tears in the form of rain

Flooding the earth reducing the fire

To mere flames easily extinguishable

Sparks no longer able to reignite again

All there was to see was the last dying flame

Leaving behind a trail of pain