Every single year it rains on my birthday- in fricken sunny California. No. My 18th birthday is this Monday. All I want for my birthday is for it not to rain. That’s all that I ask. I pray to God it doesn’t rain on my birthday. It’s already hard enough growing up knowing that I did it without my dad or certain people to be around. I’m turning into an adult. I want to start off this “adulthood” great, knowing that all the pain in the past will stay in the past and things will change. Just one day, one day I am begging for it not to rain.. Please…