(Just trying to depict an emotional scenario)

He came drenching in rain to his house, that's where he realised he lost his home...the voice which used to welcome never did now...

the blood from his hands dipped down like a river
as like as the blood from his veins...

he's aim was to dry his tears,
he wondered what a irony the salt in the eyes never pains but the salt water that ocean carries pains when it entered in'
those memories are like ocean...