When the sky is in a burning pain,
It can’t help crying; bursts into rain.

It roars of rage in the gloomy dark,
And starts growling like a stray dog.

No one can hear such a piercing roar
Except for the ones been in love before.

Everyone knows the sky feels alone;
That’s why begins to rain of its own.

Although it is rain, they are floods of tears
For those who are far away from their dears!