I hate rain when it comes with wind!
(btw I have that smile you have in ur avatarXD)
Nope. Hate it.
Yep. Love it
I hate rain when it comes with wind!
(btw I have that smile you have in ur avatarXD)
I like it if I'm inside and have no plans for the day.
However, I hate it if I'm outside in it, because I have really curly frizzy hair and rain restores it to its natural state. That's not very nice!
rains great =]
I hate rain. In the UK, it never stops raining, I hate it hate it hate it. It ruins plans, it has not stopped raining since June. I'm not even joking, and this is "summer".
It has poured it down allll day, today. It rained on my birthday, on my prom.. it just ruins everything.
Unless I'm sitting in a heated pool, I hate rain!
Rain rain rain.
Fun fun fun.
As long as I'm not at work that day.
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I like being wet, therefore, I like rain.
I hate rain. hatehatehate it. I wish England was always sunny and nice. I hate wearing wet clothes, and the way they completely cling to you when it rains. I hate how it makes my hair go all curly (but crappy curly). I hate having wet feet! I hate being cold! I hate the way rain makes clothes smell funny after they dry and if I have nothing to change into it really irritates me. Rain puts me in a bad mood, I hate miserable weather.so, yeah if I'm out in it, I hate it.
The only time I like rain is when I'm lying in bed and I can hear it hitting against the window. It's so relaxing.![]()
I love the rain when I'm indoors. All bad weather, in fact. It makes me feel safe and snug. When I have to go out, of course I like a hot sunny day with a strong breeze.
I love it. I like to go out with my resident evil umbrella and walk about in it with my dog.
You hold my heart in your manly hands I wanna feel the throb of your handsome gland. I wanna hold you tight like a newborn kitten, against my flesh like a cashmere mitten. Tickly tick, I'm makin' skin bump heaven and all the way down it's lookin' cleanly shaven. Prickety pricks, it's stubble on stubble I better slow down or I'm in real trouble. Want you, touch you, feel you, taste you! Knick knack whacky whack 'till I see the man stew. spin you around let me see that hole! I'm a tunnelin' in a like a short hair mole. Once I'm inside I'm gonna leave a trace, half in there and half on that face! One finger, two finger, there fingers gone! Mano a mano I love you John!