Rain in the city is a beautiful thing. Not because of the way it turns the ground to a warped refracted pool, bouncing back streetlamps as flickering globs of light. And not because of the sound which muffles the cars and gears churning throughout the city, softening the harsh edges and replacing them with a gentle ambience.
Its because girls who are wearing white shirts refuse to have their night's ruined by a few droplets of water, and so continue to bounce from club to club in increasingly transparent clothing.
I love rain in the city.