Today, there was this rain,
The one that summoned all buried pain.
Pain, that was once concealed
But now, once again all set to refrain.
It washed off the pages covered with mud
Pages, that had stories scribbled with blood
Stories, that once had forever written all over
But now were completely forgotten by the world
The wounds now are yelling again
And this heart too if feeling that old sprain,
For today there was this rain,
Which exposed all those hidden bloodstain.