Bob hated the rain.
Bob hated a lot of things.
He hated his job, he hated his car, he hated his ex-wife for trying to take said car, but most of all, Bob hated the rain. He didn't know why. Maybe it was the annoying Tp Tp Tp sound that it made on his much hated car. Maybe it was the fact that he knew he'd get drenched on the long journey from his car to the front door of his apartment building. Or maybe it was the fact that it always seemed to rain on bad days. And goddamn, was it a bad day.
First, when he woke up, the shower just refused to spit out hot water. It was just cold, icy hail which Bob, as you might've guessed, hated. Then, on his way to work, this stupid old woman just wouldn't move up. She didn't seem to see the green light, and so it passed, and he had to wait another five minutes before the light flashed green again and she finally turned…without a turn signal. Bob hated her too. Finally, when he got to work, which was at the customer service desk of Circuit City, he was met with a barrage of idiots complaining, and people waiving receipts in his face, and moronic grandparents who couldn't seem to grasp the concept of computers, and idiotic kids who swore that the computer must have been malfunctioning because Circuit City screwed it up. After all, they'd never have to take responsibility for anything. Then, while he was finishing up, he knocked over one of the computers from the high shelf it was on. Now, a destroyed $2,000 dollar piece of technology is responsible for Bob not getting his paycheck for three weeks.
Bob hated it.
Bob hated all of it.
It just had to rain.
Tp tp tp, said the rain bouncing off the hood of Bob's car.
"My god, will you just SHUT UP!"
Tp tp tp, said the rain.
It was enough to drive him mad.
Tp tp tp, said the rain.
So mad he would explode.
Tp tp tp, said the rain.
He just wanted it to all go away.
"Tp tp tp" said something else.
"Krrak"