On the way to the city this evening, I saw a girl crying.
Her emotion was struggling through her throat to break through the body making hoary sounds. The dusky night shaded my vision to track any trace of tears.
Her cry sounded dry, devoid of liquid.

I wonder for what reason she was crying.

The sound of her emotion was no more than another random note to the music of the night.
Passing.
So will be the cause.