The Sky is Crying

Some people love rain and for some they don't.  Where do I belong? I hate it when I'm alone.

When I am sad and it is raining I feel like the sky is cying with me. I feel the loneliness it brings. Every rain drop seems to be the every hurt it feels. The thunderstorm symbolizes how lonesome he is, how angry he is to what is happening around him. The more it pour water from the sky the more I can't stop my tears from falling. I hate and love rain when I'm sad. The rain drops cover my tears and I hate it because the ambiance brings melancholy. 

The darkness it brings make me think of the misery that I've been going through. The sound of rain dropping on the roof of the house is the only sound that breaks the silence in my heart. I feel despondent in every fall of the rain. It makes me more downcast when I'm depressed. 

I hate it when its raining and I'm in despair. I am scared with the thunderstorm and no one is there to comfort me from its fearful quaking sound as if it is tearing the sky into pieces. I feel so alone when raining. I remember the nights when his arms are covering me from the crashing sound and from the lightning as if it will strike directly at me.  And then I will realize that I'm on my own now and nobody will care for me and will cover arms to secure me. 

But as what they say, the sun will come out after the rain. Everything will be fine. Everything will fall into perfect place again. The missing puzzle piece will be placed on the right position. The picture will be complete again. 

For you, does rain give you joy or sorrow?