Rain hides the pain

After a night of terror
Her face still stoic

When sun shines upon her.

Somewhere down the creek 

She even tries on a feigned smile

‘No one I need

The world should see’

But she is restless now

‘Oh when will thou pour

Oh heaven

For, masquerade my tears

They have been longing to weep’.

A gust of wind comes by 

Signalling the ensuing trickle

There is no ebbing their flow

When the reticent monsoon thus arrives

‘Cause no one will now know.’