Rain to me is...a double edged blade. When I was in a relationship with a girl overseas, I started to believe that when it rained here, she was happy, and she told me that when she's sad, it normally rains there. Sure, it's put down to coincidence, but rain was one of the very few things we could experience together. Now, when it rains, it can either bring a little smile to my face or tear at my heart...considering we broke up about a week ago, it's more or a tearing sensation, I can't stand it when it rains now.
Because then I think it's because she's happy without me.