Little drops of torture

Rain has always had a romantic connotation to it. One that i could never understand. Besides it's usefullness to us, i can hardly find anything remotely pleasant about the clouds leaking. Little drops of torture i say. The faint drizzle when it's just started raining and not quite pouring is the most irking sensation to be experienced. "Oh i just lovvve the rain! It's so romantic, it just makes me want to curl up with a nice book, all nice and warm." The reason you want to be warm is because it's cold and it's cold because it's raining. Is it impossible to curl up with a nice book without water splashing on your windows and droplets making bullet-like sounds on the glass?
Ever gone outside right after a downpour and stepped in a puddle? Romantic really. And the smell of charged ions is enough to put flowers out of business. In case my sarcasm has flown over your head, i HATE the smell of rain and the mess it makes. For all us girls, who walk out in suede shoes, a white shirt and freshly styled hair and the worst thing that could happen to us is the rain. It's god's (i'm athiest but i think this should get the message across) time for practical jokes. He gets real kicks out of embarassing us, he does.
Get a plumber to fix the sky.