Raja Chakraborty writes

Rain:
Rain, is how I cry
When you close all your doors
Rain, is how I bleed
When the clouds could give no more
Rain, is how we met
When you were floating away
Rain, is all I have
For holding you back to stay
Rain, is what you see
In hidden folds of sand
Rain, is who I am
In water’s flowing hand

after René Magritte's "Golconda"