I guess being lucky means you never felt /that/ pain. That pain that comes from your guts and makes you want to throw up, and all the air leaves your lungs too suddenly. That pain that makes your legs shake and you can no longer stand, so you just fall to your knees sobbing and crying, because it hurts. It hurts so much, you would do anything to stop it. That pain that makes you physically tired because you've been crying for so long. That pain I feel when I think about you.
The rain had always respected me. Before it touched my skin, it asked for consent. Before it made me wet, it looked at me to see if I wanted that. The rain and I had a love story. I promised it that whenever it was raining I would go outside to meet it. If people complained about the rain, I always told them it wasn't so bad. But then I met you, and I kissed you under the rain, and it was so mad at me. Now storms and thunders roar outside my window, because I hurt it's feelings. Now the rain doesn't ask me before it touches or wets me. It simply comes.