I Hate it When it Rains

I hate it when it rains,
I hate it when it poors,
but what I hate most of all is the fact that I'm not yours

I hate the times you see me,
but act like I'm not there,
I hate that you mean the world to me,
and you don't even seem to care

I hate that when you say "hello",
you never say my name,
that no matter how many times I say "I like you",
it always stays the same

I hate that when I see you,
I can't help but stop and stare,
and that though I may be surrounded by friends,
all I want to be is over there

I wish that I could talk to you,
the way I do my friends,
I hate how I want our two-second conversations,
to continue and never end

And why, you may ask, do I hate all these things?
I think it should be pretty plain to see,
I hate it when it rains,
'cause you wont be there to shelter me