Bismillah:

We steadily dance in the pouring rain. 
For long hours till the familiar glint of twilight appears. 
The thunder constantly shakes our eardrums, 
The lightning constantly blazing our pupils, 
The soaked clothes we are wearing. ..
Despite all that...
We steadily dance in the pouring rain. 
For long hours till the familiar glint of twilight appears. 
And he quietly stand there. 
Shaking his head. 
Silently whispers,
"If only they know...
The pouring rain are dark red, salty even.
A mixed of tears and cold blood.
The thunder is a shrieking cry of help.
The lightning is the opened scar..........
Of their own brothers. 
They are dancing and being laughed at."

He left. 
We steadily dance in the pouring rain.
For long hours till the familiar glint of twilight appears.