The Rain

Do you remember when I told you the rain always reminded me of you?
How I would always cling to you to feel your warm embrace?
How I always told you that the cold that comes with the rain makes me weak, because I can't stand the cold.
How I always pulled you closer to hug me so the warmth wouldn't be gone?
Do you remember the things I told you?
That the rain gives me too much to remember, that most of the times whenever it rains a pang of pain strucks my heart, and how I hated it because of that?
Do you also remember what I told you that day?
That you were the reason why I loved the rain again?
The coldness, the sound of it outside the roof, the hot chocolates we've always made, and your warm hugs that I loved so much.
Remember under the rain, we played and danced and it was magical.
I remembered you healing my broken self under the rain, it was your undying love that made me realize that I was worth it. That this life is really worth living for as long as you're holding my other hand.
But then again I told you, so many things comes with the rain.
So is your leaving.
And again here I am hating it much more than before.
Because whenever it rains, your memories pours and it hurt so much.
Because you left and here I am wondering what have I done wrong.