I hate it when it’s raining. It reminds me of my brother’s death. On the day of his funeral, it rained too. Everything felt gloomy with me and the guests all in black attire. I always wondered why the attire for a funeral can’t be in colourful clothes. Black just seems so pathetic. That day I didn’t even shed a tear for him. People come and go and I don’t have the power to stop that.