He, who loved the rain

I hadn't once seen him carry his umbrella when it poured. He would stand still below the rain, hands stretched and head towards the sky and a strange smile would cross his lips. He knew how to seize the moment, while I stood in the shed with hands crossed and forehead creased waiting for the cold-unwelcomed rain showers to stop. 

I had been enough agitated since the bus I was waiting for hadn't shown up soon. To add up the frustration, my handbag half fell in mud before I could catch hold of it. Urgh. How I hated wet mud. The boy then noticed me for the first time and asked if I loved rains too. Having heard that, my first reaction was "hell no" but I just nodded. 

"I love how this wet mud smells," he said. While I was cursing the same wet mud a few seconds ago, he went on talking about why he liked it which made a part of me agree with him. But that did not mean I would like my handbag to be bathed in it. 

When my bus arrived, I got in making haste but the boy still stood where he was. "You are lying...you don't like rains," he said before the bus zoomed by. Next day around the same timing as expected it was raining. The boy was the only company I had at the bus stop. He was not carrying an umbrella that day either. 

While everyone else would freeze in the cold showers he was enjoying them. "Umm do you need an umbrella? I guess you should-" before I even offered to help his enraged eyes shouted 'how dare you' next his voice became more hoarse, "You do NOT like rain. How CAN you not like it, huh? You HAVE to like it." he threatened me. 

"Come on...chill! It's just rain. And it's my choice whether I like it or not. You don't have a say in it." I said while starting to freak out on the inside. 

"You would never say that. EVER AGAIN." he shouted. "But-" was all I could manage to say before my voice was muffled. 

Rest of the night was a blur. It was a mixture of me yelling, struggling and eventually- giving up. But the best part? I have never felt cold in my life ever after. Or even if I did, the cold never bothered me, ever. 

I don't need an umbrella. 

I love the rains. I am only waiting for it, and for people who don't like it. 

Because I just cannot stand them. 

Oh, I just forgot to get to the main question! 

Do you like those lonely nights, when freezing cold winds blow and it pours..?