From the author: wow! after so many months of staying invisible to you guys, i am finally able to create another story..hahah.. anyway, in this story, I didn't mentioned who was the fan so it's up to you guys to use your imagination on what she looks like. ;) hope you'll like it!

why a certain fan hates the rain

I hate the rain.

I hate the way the sky darkens.

I hate how it pours tears.

I hate the silence it speaks.

Patter-patter-patter-patter—

The rain started to pour heavier as it danced upon the only shelter I had found. I let out an exhausted sigh as I stared at the gloomy scene ahead. Flapping my sodden shirt, a sudden emptiness grew within me…

I hate the rain.

I hate its frostiness.

I hate the sadness it brings,

As I remember my fears.

"I will always be here for you. Just for you," was the words you told me. Still, even so many years had passed; I could see the raindrops stopping its way unto your eyelids, your sweet smile promising a sunny sky ahead after the rainy days. I could almost see you standing before me, saying the words I love you. But that was before and this is now…

I hate the rain.

I hate it because it brought back,

The pains you had left behind.

When you said time could not be rewind.

I gazed at the gray sky and my eyes lingered. Somehow a dream came to reality. Maybe I could still say I am sorry. But there you were, walking beneath the rain and yet you were smiling…happy, contented and loved. I know you are now happy—with her. I really tried to smile as you placed the umbrella above your bear heads. But I guess it would only bring tears. Just like the heaven, as it poured tears, mourning along with my broken heart.

I hate the rain.

I hate when I remember,

The time we stood beneath it,

The time 'we' could never be…

The rain stopped as suddenly as it had come. I watched the two of you, hand in hand, as you happily whispered sweet nothings. But then, I smiled. Maybe this wound would take time to heal. Maybe I would never forget you. But I know, after this rainy days, there would be a rainbow ahead, a sunny day to beheld. I sighed and whispered, "I hate the rain…" I gathered my things and went out of the waiting shed.

I may say I hate the rain.

I may say I hate this pain.

Maybe rainy days just remind me,

The day you said you cannot love me…

"Stilll...good luck in your next game..." my voice whispered silently through the soft drops as I hurriedly walked away.

I hope to hear what you think…thanks!

Hugs&icecream,

aures