She despise the rain
The rain who keeps dropping loudly on her roof
And who keeps seeping through her walls.
She hates it
More when he came with the storm
Whispering and sometimes knocking her windows and doors.
She is mad at it
The rain who started with a mud and suddenly become a flood
Wrecking every things with it's strong flows and gush
But then she likes it when it comes
When the world is dark and no one's around
Washing every trash she compiles and emptying her house she created with memories and such
