Grimacing Rain

It was raining and raining for hours nonstop nobody knows when to go back, As if it was grimacing in silence like dark night It may take time to talk again, for a while. Night may break in to day, hours into minutes but those silence may not shredded to rain of tears And that hours of rain was the tears of silence that rippled into voice of grimacing - protracted. If I asked to reason out curves of silence It may cajole to suggest inkling of love provoking- For the tears fallen in rain, of thosa unbeaten songs lest silence may censure grimacing.