I love the rain. I especially love storms, all the crashing and banging and booming and brilliant flashes and window-rattling cracks.
I work in an office in the centre of a building with no windows, no way to see outside at all.
Why does it always rain when I’m at work and unable to enjoy it?
Last night it was supposed to rain. I was at home, and spent the afternoon and evening by windows, watching the sky, waiting. It didn’t rain.
Now I am at work, and it’s raining.