I never liked the rain.
Let me tell you, I hate everything about it. From the way it was created to the point that it will sometimes cause damage to people. I hate the way it was used as an epitome of hurting and struggling.
Then in one magical moment, the world seemed to break its normal rotation.
I got too attached with the rain that I forgot it rouses the pain. Yes, I shivered but I'll survive the cold. And I should not believe when they said that you couldn't fly with your wings being wet.
I shouldn't...
Because every sound, every drop, every heaven's cry, lifted me to fly with my wings so bright. For once, I had seen something beautiful amidst the prevailed forbiddance.
And as the last raindrop falls down, I knew in my heart, this is something that I would treasure for the rest of my life.
But when it rains again, I can only hope that it will remind you of how I used to dance along the sound of every drop, neglecting your cruel ignorance.
And yes, I never liked the rain; I loved it.
