Ah rain... some love it and some hate it. It depends on what rain gives people and what it takes away from them. I like rain. But then it depends how hard it is. For example... if there's thunder and lightening,I don't like rain. When I was around 7 or 8 years old, I used to hate it when it rained in the evening. Near April it used to rain so hard every evening. I used to be really scared of it. I still don't know why. The only place I felt safe was my own bed. No other person could make me feel better when it rained. However,the moment I hear my mother's voice and the knocking on the door, I always used to feel that my savior has come to my rescue. When my mother was around, I was never afraid of anything...not even the horrible thunder and lightening.
There are other sweet memories of rain though. I remember my sister bringing Cream Crackers and Cheese on a tray when it was raining and we used to eat it happily. I guess that's another thing that made me forget how scared I was of rain.
It took a few years for me to realize that thunder was not bad. It was lightening that killed people. All this time lightening used to be my friend. I thought lightening helped me to know before it thunders. It gave me time to cover my ears. Funny isn't it?
Well, though I speak as if I am not scared of thunder anymore... hmm... I am still a little scared. I mean.. I can walk around the house if I have to..but then, I still prefer to lay on my bed covered with my bed sheet. :D Somethings never change. I just hope I won't be like this forever. I need to grow up!
