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Why Rain Brings My Dislike
This Is Why I Don’t Like Rain!
I strongly dislike rain. This feeling has deep roots within me, cultivated over two decades of countless dreary encounters. Rain, this unwelcome intruder in my life, consistently triggers emotions far from happiness. It’s the ultimate joy-stealer, the precursor to sadness, and an uninvited guest, disrupting every sunny day.
Rain isn’t just water falling from the sky; it symbolizes life’s unpredictability. Like life’s unexpected twists and turns, rain can’t be controlled. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it, akin to a betrayal from the heavens. A clear sky’s innocence can transform into a blanket of gray clouds, foretelling the impending downpour that will turn my day upside down. I’ve grown to despise its deceptive allure.
While many find comfort in the rhythmic sound of raindrops on rooftops and windows, I only find discord. The constant drumming unsettles me, as if nature conspires to disrupt my peace, offering no solace until it feels I share its turmoil.
There’s irony in how society romanticizes rain. Couples steal kisses under its cover, children joyfully dance in its embrace, and poets compose verses about its beauty. But for me, rain brings no such pleasure. Instead, it ushers in a cold, damp solitude mirroring my innermost emotions.
