I hate the rain.

That's why I always carry an umbrella.

I have always hated it since I can remember.

It was raining when I was born.

More of a storm.

My mother gave birth to me alone.

Because the rain kept Dad stuck in the office.

The rain made it impossible to go to the hospital.

The rain made me cold and eventually, sick.

I almost died, they said.

That's why I hate the rain.

I hate the rain.

Whenever it's raining, I feel like something bad's going to happen.

Something that can't be prevented by an umbrella.

I've always hated the rain.

It's always raining where I live.

When I was a little girl I always wished for the sun to come out and drive the rain clouds away.

The rain was unforgiving.

The rain kept me inside.

Alone.

Lonely.

Scared.

The rain hates me.

And I hate the rain.

I hate the rain.

It was raining when Dad died.

He was driving home.

The rain made the road slippery.

The rain made it hard to see the truck that was swerving towards my father's car.

The rain is cruel.

And that is why I hate the rain.

I hate the rain.

Every drop from the sky spells disappointment.

Failure.

Hurt.

Pain.

I can feel my umbrella slowly giving way to its weight.

I hate the rain.

It was raining the first time someone broke my heart.

The rain witnessed as he said those words.

Those very few words

Yet so cold.

As cold as the rain.

Those very simple words

They struck my heart one by one

Each so deep that all of my body hurt.

And as he walked away without more to say

The rain kept falling on my head

Drowning me.

Pitter-pattering on the pavement

As if laughing.

That is why I hate the rain.

I hate it when it's raining.

It dampens all hope

Consumes all happiness.

The rain reminds me of everything that is painful.

I hate the rain.

That is why I always carry an umbrella.