This may sound ridiculous or nonsense, but I hate rain. I hate the sound it makes every time it falls on the roof. I hate that it pours so strongly, as if it's the only way to let the anger out. I hate that it cries when it's already heavy.

I'm annoyed to admit it, but I'm the rain. 

I hate myself when I'm bursting and let myself pour. I hate that I'm looking so strong on the outside but so weak, nave, fragile, and stupid on the inside. I hate the sound I make when I'm hurting so badly.

I hate myself for being a rain.

PS: Life isn't that tough anymore. Smile and don't be a rain.

PS: And so I thought. It is still raining here.