Why is rain sometimes hated?

The rain connotes tears from the sky. It washes debris away, feeding life with its cool embrace.

The rain encloses the heart to its tempting slumber. It has the magic of a lullaby. When you hear the pitter patter of raindrops on the roof and on the windowsill, you know the world outside has taken another face.

The green becomes greener, the brown becomes more brown. People curl onto a corner and read a good book. Others, appeal to its caressing magic of taking them into the world of dreams. The music of raindrops a constant chant for sleep.

For others though...

Rain drags them into a deeper realm of loneliness. It is the place where secrets lurk to feed on the life of its owner. What does rain gain from its evil work?

Rain traps a soul in its prison. When the person lays in bed realizing his predicaments, his head swarmed with insignificance, his facade broken down with his solitude, the rain emphasizes the person's self-worth and instead of calming the soul, the rain captured a heart.

The heart will either live... or die.

Each day it rained, when a person lays alone in bed... alone... we never know the wrath it may bring to the person.

Are you sure the person close to you is not a rain hater? Does this person live alone? Is this person happy being alone? Does this person give any indication of hating the rain?

Would you be there if this person needs your help amidst the rain?

Do you think it will not be too late?