Every Saturday I wake up and drag myself out of bed to go running in the Prater. If I get myself going quickly enough I don't have time to dread it and I'm always glad I did. But this morning I woke up to the sound of heavy rain. Instead of braving the elements, I chose to laze around the apartment enjoying the sound of rain instead of gasping for breath as is my usual weekend inauguration. This storm couldn't have come at a better time.
I know you can't really see the rain, but can you hear it?