Rain Rain Go away..

I hear the pitter patter against my window but I dare not look outside. I know what awaits..the doom and gloom, the screech of tires against the glistening pavement, the haunting  gusts of wind that throttles my neighbour's wind chimes, the faint glow of the street light reflecting the pitiless tar. So why does rain remind me of him? Is the nostalgia of warmth I seek from him? Is it the scent of petri core from within the earth that resembles the sweet musk that clings to his letters? The rain is many things but forgiving? Its not and for that it must go away...