It's been raining all day.
It rained yesterday.
In fact, it's rained all week.
I hate rain.
Totally hate it.
I hate rain with every fiber of my being.
But you just love it, don't you?
Yeah, you on your little rock out in the middle of the rain.
I hate the rain.
So I will stay inside, thank you very much.
Why do you always do that-
Sitting outside all the time?
I mean, you are sharing house with the princess, right?
Why not stay in the castle?
Its better then our dusty old ranch.
Every one thinks she's the nicest thing on the planet.
But I bet she's a spoiled brat.
But you still come every day to sit on that rock and play.
That flute can be very annoying.
I hate the rain.
I hate the princess.
And I hate your stupid flute.
Do you ever catch a cold?
I mean, you sit out there in the freezing rain and play that annoying flute all day.
Never once have I heard you sneeze or cough.
That's not fair.
I hate that.
I don't want to seem like a hating person or whatever, but I utterly hate everything about you.
You and your freedom.
Your flute.
Your princess.
Your immunity.
And your rain.
Over all, I hate your rain.
Yeah, I have caught on to you.
How the rain only comes when you get here in the morning.
Go play that stupid song somewhere else!
I should go out there and snatch that stupid thing out of your hands.
I mean, you are shorter then me.
It would be easy.
I move away from window and down the hall to the door.
You look up, flute ripped from your lips, when I slam the door behind me.
Lightening flashes and suddenly I remember why I hate rain so much.
Why the tree in front of our ranch is spilt in two.
Why I am motherless.
I run back inside and begin to cry, propped on the door.
"I hate you, Link." I say through the sobs.
I can hear you feet on the wet ground.
Go away already.
I hate you.
The wood falls out from under me and rain pours onto the floor.
How could you?
What gives you the right to enter my house?
"I'm sorry I made you cry," you say in your quiet voice. "I
didn't mean you hurt you."
You reach out to me, helping me from the floor.
What gives you the right?!
"WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT?!"
I tackle you;
Push us out the door,
Into the mud and rain.
I hate you.
"I HATE YOU!"
My hands grip your throat.
I hate you.
They turn.
I hate you.
I want to kill you!
You lift your hand.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
You grab my wrist.
You're strong…
Stronger.
You gently lift my hand from you neck.
With your other hand you prop yourself up.
I fall back.
Your catch me.
I cling to you.
Don't ask me why.
I don't know why.
I look up at you,
And you to me.
Are you blushing?
I look harder.
It's hard too tell through the rain.
The way it hits you,
The rain,
It looks like…
You're crying.
Is this why you like the rain?
I hug you tighter.
For some one who is so wet…
You sure are warm.
It's a love-hate relationship we have,
You and I.
Slowly I look up to the sky.
It's still raining.
It's been raining all day.
It rained yesterday.
In fact, it's rained all week.
I hate rain.