There were three things Sabaku no Gaara loved about the rain. First, the water brought about a refreshing feeling after being in a dry desert as his life. Second, it prevented most people from being outside long enough to bother him when he wanted to be alone. And finally, it washed away all evidence of the blood and tears that would sometimes stain him.
Gaara now sat alone in the forest as the warm rain masked the tears that would sometimes streak down his face and washed away the blood that poured out like rivers from his wrists. He struggled not to cry out in pain as the drops of water crashed down on the fresh, deep cut he had inflicted on himself. Strangely enough, he couldn't think of a time where he had felt better.
Finally, after he felt he had atoned for his self-hatred and guilt he pulled himself under a thick tree where most of Heaven's tears were held back. He leaned back on the trunk of the tree waiting to see if his blood would clot. After accepting that it was just too deep he let out a sigh and began to stitch it up. When he finished the stitch job he realized just how much blood he had lost. A wave of dizziness slowly began to overtake him and he decided to rest until he had regained his strength. He slowly began to lose consciousness as the lingering remnants of the once torrential downpour passed by. The last thing he remembered thinking was I wonder if I even want to wake up again.