I cannot recall when did I start hating the rain. As far as I could remember, rainy season was my favorite. The gentle whispers of the cold wind, the sound of drizzles on the roof, the splashing sound of water as vehicles go through... I used to love all those, and many other things. But why did I cover my ears upon hearing the first few raindrops? Ah, maybe it's just because I'm not happy anymore. The tiny droplets of rainwater slowly draws out all the sad spirits dwelling within me. They take over me. They whisper things, enough to make me cry. The tears drop along with the rain, when nobody hears, when nobody sees all the pain. They flow like razorblades dancing through my cheeks. It burns through my skin. It hurts. And nobody cares.