The story is born in the mud of cold Ireland in 2003, where the author worked in an archaeological excavation. After a thousand years of burial, he opened up the ground with his hands and what he found moved him so immensely that he began to feel connected to those mysterious skeletal remains that had one day been a person, who loved and was loved, like any one of us. Rain is a Song without Lyrics is a story that could have been, but wasn’t, although the facts that are invented or discovered along the way do not disappoint. The truth of events does not matter as much as what we feel, and in a way our feelings can lead us to the truth.