I fancy weirdness and he's one of them.

so,

He comes like winter rain,
Uninvited unexpected.
But as he comes,
Bring all the coldness with him. 

He is like commemorative editions of newspaper, 

Comes as he like, 

Comes as it suits him, 

To divulge something.

But as he comes,

Brings all the happiness,

Along with void. 

He doesn't seem to care about the peace he have destroyed. 

His life goes on; nothing to confront nothing to avoid.

How his heart isn't heavy as he left someone paranoid?