Exaggerated account of how people cried.

The tears flowed like a raging river, cascading down their cheeks in a torrential downpour of emotion. Each sob was like a thunderclap, shaking the very foundations of the earth. The wails were so loud, they could be heard for miles around, echoing through the valleys and reverberating off the mountains.

Their tears were like a flood, washing away all traces of sorrow and pain. The sheer intensity of their grief was palpable, hanging heavy in the air like a thick fog. It was as if the very heavens themselves were weeping in sympathy with them.

And as they cried, their bodies convulsed with the force of their emotions, their hearts breaking with each gut-wrenching sob. It was a sight to behold, a spectacle of raw, unbridled anguish that left all who witnessed it speechless.

In that moment, their tears were not just tears – they were a testament to the depth of their pain, a testament to the power of their love. And as they wept, they knew that they would never be the same again.

In the annals of human emotion, the torrent of tears unleashed that day reached a biblical scale. It was as if the heavens themselves had opened up, unleashing a deluge of sorrow that threatened to drown all in its path.

Eyes, once windows to the soul, became fountains of despair. Rivers of tears cascaded down cheeks like the mighty Nile, carving deep channels into the soft flesh. Arteries seemed to swell with grief, as if each beat of the heart was a bittersweet symphony heralding an ocean of anguish.

The air was thick with the salty tang of sorrow. People wailed like banshees, their voices echoing through the halls of remembrance. Chests heaved with sobs that shook the very foundations of their being, threatening to shatter their fragile hearts.

Noses, once elegant indicators of individuality, became hives of unrestrained mucus. They streamed like molten lava, dripping onto clothing and mingling with the tears, creating a grotesque spectacle of raw emotion.

Every handkerchief, every tissue within reach was soaked to the point of disintegration. People clutched at their garments, desperate for something to absorb the endless torrent of despair.

As the hours turned into a relentless march of misery, the tears refused to subside. They became a living, breathing entity, choking the room with their weight.

And so, they wept until their bodies were weak, until their voices were hoarse, until there was nothing left but a hollow void of emptiness. The tears had drained them, leaving behind only the faint echo of their unbearable pain.