i hate the rain.
and its endless wetness that seeps into sleep.
its distant bass-hum of thunder, dotted by silent pitter-patter. the tubelights that shine on freshly glazed green leaves. the crunch of hurried heels on sodden roads going home. the blackness of night. the monotony of big hunks of cloud.
i hate its humid quietness that sticks and binds to your skin,
things, memories, people, dreams.
and that distracting smell of loveliness.
i hate the rain.
and i hate it that i don’t sleep – not wanting to miss any of its scantiness.
Sewn Together 
U love hate, eh?
In that case, I hate it too!!
hate is the strongest form of love, and love of hate. somewhat misquaoted lyrics from a friend’s song, but ive alwys thought as much.
Yayaya. Rain sucks only.
nice ya… . even i wrote about the rain