What’s the title of the story? You know, the science-fiction story about the school kids in the future in the place where it always rains and then one day out of, like, every 50 years the sun comes out? And they lock a girl in the closet and she misses it? Well anyway, Sydney is like the reverse of that right now. I woke up in the middle of the night wondering what the strange noise was. It was rain. It’s been drizzling all morning too. I can tell our flowers and plants are just soaking it up. It’s so weird to see puddles in the road. It’s odd to me that this weather condition – which was the frickin’ norm in London – is now so foreign to me. Moral of the story? Don’t take your rain for granted.