i like it when it rains hard — Summary

EllaSad

And in the street people stop and take shelter

I like it when it rains hard And I watch it through my window

I like it when it rains hard And I can stand beneath dark skies pouring rains And I cry And no one will notice

I like it when it rains hard And my insecurities fade away

I like it when it rains hard I will run outside and walk for an hour or two Away from home To look for rainbow

I like it when it rains hard And it is so cold Like I feel

I like it when it rains hard And every one feels like needing company Like I feel

I like it when it rains hard And every one feels like they should have stayed at home Like I feel

I like it when it rains hard And I like what I feel

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Ella's speaker loves heavy rain, and the poem keeps returning to that one line, like a heartbeat. Each time, the rain gives her something different: a view from the window, a cover for crying, a way to feel her insecurities slip off. Because everyone else hurries for shelter, she can stand outside in the downpour and let her sadness show without anyone noticing.

The rain also mirrors how she feels. It is cold, it makes people crave company, it makes them wish they had stayed home, and each time she says "like I feel." So she isn't escaping her loneliness so much as seeing it reflected back at her. Even her walk "to look for rainbow" suggests a quiet hope under the gloom. The mood is melancholy but oddly soothing. The last line, "And I like what I feel," is the turning point: she accepts her sadness instead of fighting it.

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