When we say we hate the rain,
We do not hate the droplets on our window panes
Nor the showers coming from the clouds
But the memories they bring

When we say we hate the rain,
We do not mean the cold
Nor the misty mornings
But the reminder that there is no more warmth to run into

When we say we hate the rain,
We do not mean the waterworks and spectacle
Nor the foggy surroundings
But the inner storm within us
silenced by the rain pouring,
by the storms brewing

We do not hate the rain
We hate the way it makes us feel