When It Rains, My Heart Really Pains

By Varun Arora

Once when I was a kid, I loved the rain,

Danced and sang songs unaware of the dangerous worldly pains...

Enjoying the tingling feeling of the first drops touching the body,

Having a fun bath in the rain without caring about anything or anybody...

There was a time when I loved rain,

Suddenly time changed and all it brought was just pain...

Rainy were the days, I wanted all year around,

But suddenly one day, the things turned around....

Now I hate when it rains,

Because all it reminds me off is someone's tear and someone's pain....

Outside when it rains all can see,

Inside heart it pains that that wants to break free....

Raindrop seems like the precious tears,

Filling back my heart, with all the forgotten pain and fears.....

With every drop I re-live my fear,

I wish my end was soon, I hope it was near...

With tears raining all around,

Flowing and flooding the plains with sorrow and pain all around....

Injuring the heart and damaging the soul,

Every raindrop drilling in the heart a new tiny hole...

Tears of rain bringing an incurable pain,

All the efforts to forget the sorrow go down the drain....

The more the rain,

The more I struggle in vain...

The hurt now knows only one feeling,

That's nothing but purely pain....

The life seems like a foul game,

Where the painful heart howls and tries to find someone to put the blame...

With excuses that are lame,

With words that no one can tame....

To defend itself causing others pain,

Trying to let other's tears wash away it's own pain...

When it rains,

My heart really pains....

By Varun Arora