That category of people is unfortunate. For them, it brings darkness that unleashes their fears or memories they wish to forget. It's like a curse. It doesn't seem to have any cure. It's an endless spiral of misfortune. 

And this case is no different. Or is it?

When Saya was younger, she used to love rain. She loved to dance under the heavy drops that seemed to wash away every worry. When it drizzled, it tickled her pale skin and she couldn't stop laughing. Saya used to imagine many romantic scenes under the rain. It gave her a sense of devotion that she was unable to explain. 

But how can one crash change everything? Change your perception of the world, and of who you are. 

Saya could not understand these worlds until one tragic day. Faith played a bad joke on Saya and her family. That joke cost lives leaving uncurable wounds and scars for many. 
The new reality was harsh and unfair. The realization hit the young girl like strike of lightning. It was not welcoming and deceiving. And people played the most deceiving roles. Many people lied and turned their backs, and the ones Saya trusted stabbed her heart. 
Events happened one after another, leaving no room for recollection. 

In this whole whirlpool, Saya wondered 'Where did I go wrong? How did everything end up like this?'

Saya had no choice but to hide. Right, that was the only best solution. Hide, pretend like nothing happened...make yourself disappear. But, did it actually work? 

No. It simply created a new Saya. And with a new Saya, a new world around her was born as well. In thy world, there was no laughter of joy, no outbursts of excitement and anticipation of meeting a new rain. No dances in the rain. Tears complemented the raindrops and screams of despair were muffed by the thunder roar. 

Rain was a quiet echo of the past, that wished to be forgotten. A glimpse of someone she used to be, someone she used to know...

And Saya was ok with it. She accepted it. The new reality offered peace in quiet. More freedom of mind! It opened the prospects and chances. 

Until it wasn't. Her confusion was understandable. Because at the moment, it was pouring rain. It left no dry space on the land. The rhythm of the rain was chaotic, uneven, and rebellious. 
Saya's heart seemed to resemble the same beat. She was very aware of that. Her heart was about to explode from her chest as she was pinned both from the back by the wall and by a man in front. There seemed to be no escape from him. He blocked her way out! (If she wanted to leave.)
But Saya did not wish to elope. The fire that burned in his eyes was new to Saya. It was a foreign determination mixed with another emotion that Saya couldn't read.
His gaze burned her skin. She could feel her cheeks and ears becoming very warm. Her hands seemed to be weak against his hard frame, it was impossible to move him away even for a millimeter! 

It was too much for Saya. It was overwhelming. She couldn't look him in the eye. But he wasn't giving in to her games. The young man gently grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him. He was done playing tug-of-war games as he leaned in... 

Saya's mind went blank, she realized that the rain stopped bothering her as it became a faint sound in the background. The only sound she heard, was the sound of her heartbeat and little moan, that escaped her mouth before she was kissed.