Of course I didn't tell you that.
Especially after you so excitedly declared your love for it.
You looked at me expectantly.
So I agreed.
Even though I hate the rain.
I hate how cold and clammy it makes you feel.
But I guess for you I could romanticise it.
I really tried to.
Every time it rained I looked up at the sky and thought of how much I loved it.
Even when it got colder.
Even when it was stormy.
I could convince myself that I loved the rain.
But one day after a really bad storm,
I stood there, soaking wet, asking myself
When I had started to love the rain so much that I grew used to being uncomfortable.
Because I had to do it for you. Right?
Because I loved you.
But at that point wondered if the rain wasn't too cold for me after all.
And then I remembered that I hated the rain.