The rain starts when she is born.
Pouring heavily from the sky, the villagers rejoice, saying that she is a gift from the gods, that she will be the one to save them, that she is blessed. They name her in honor of the rain she brings.
Years later, they decide, she is cursed.
She can hear their whispers on the street, and sees their dark glares. She is used it by now. A group of boys follow her everyday, throwing rocks and pebbles at her yelling, "Go back to where you came from Ammo-nea!"
The rain follows her back home to her mother, who is sickly white as she lays on her cot. "Juvia," she calls. "Come here."
When she reaches, her mother hands her something. A white, ghostly doll, with button eyes and a stitched smile for a face.
"This my dear, is called a teru-teru bozu. It will take away the rain."
Juvia looks at the doll in fascination. How can such a plain thing take away the curse that has plagued her whole life? Her mother clips it to her dress and smiles.
"There you go. The rain will become gone in no time," she says. The rain lets up and Juvia smiles for the first time in what seems like forever.
Her mother dies a few days after she turns 5 and the rain pours even harder. The villagers sneer at her and kick her out with a few of her belongings. She knew this would happen and had prepared for it, but wasn't ready for the wave of emotions that came at her. Even with the downpour, Juvia can see a ray of sunshine through the storm clouds. It shines brightly as if mocking her saying, I only shine for you. She hates it and wills it go away. It does.
She picks up her teru-teru bozu, clips it on her dress, packs up her stuff, and heads some where else.
The rain follows her like a shadow.