Don't go and act as if I had purposely rained on your beautiful day, because if I really had done it on purpose, I wouldn't have gone with rain, I would have gone with a thunder storm, while you slept peacefully at night, so that you'd wake up violently at 3 a.m, without being able to fall back asleep, because I know there's nothing you hate more than laying there wide awake, restlessly thinking of me