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I Hate It

Gloomy.

Dark.

Lonely.

Cold.

It was 6:44 in the evening and the sky is dark, looks like it's about to fall.

Here I am, spacing out in the middle of the bridge where I always watch the sunset. But I think I won't be seeing the sun again tonight. I hate it when it rains.

I hate the smell of rain. I hate the sound when it falls to the ground. I hate its color. And I hate myself that I hate the rain.