I despise rain. It fills me with a sense of dread and unease. Every droplet that falls from the sky feels like a small reminder of my vulnerability, my weakness. The way it soaks through my clothes and chills me to the bone, leaving me shivering and uncomfortable. The sound of it tapping against windows and roofs is like a constant drumbeat, a steady reminder that I am at the mercy of the elements. I avoid it at all costs, seeking shelter and refuge wherever I can find it. The very sight of a...