Why was it that rain followed him wherever he went? It was if the rain was mocking him, raining down on him as he stood soaked on his sorrow. Or perhaps the rain was crying with him empathatic as it blended his tears while he sit alone in front of his parent grave in the winter air.

He sighed  lightly as he hugged himself to keep warm, thought it wasn't proving to be that helpful under the heavy rain, 

But right now, he really didnt want to be alone.

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"Why are you so love with the rain?" 

"Not the rain that i like, but the rainbow that always seemed afterwards that made me look forward  to the rain"