Cleared the dew,

To see the picture, so, very true…

Something that till now was just perceived,

Out of illusion, was now able to be viewed…

Moisture till now, sole was the factor,

Unknowing if it was the eye or the weather to dither…

Fearing a turbulence coming,

Sets a comfort in stopping…

Trying to wait till the clearance outside,

Forgetting to wipe the things right from inside…

For most of the views are always derived,

Waiting by the halt, when passing is achieved…