As I write this, last thing on Saturday night or first thing on Sunday morning, I can hear the rain splash on the road from cars driving down past my house. I can't hear the pitter patter of rain itself but I can hear that the hazy late-afternoon sun of this evening and the previous week has gone and been replaced with a slick of water on the road that means late night drivers do not go past discreetly. Strangely enough, in bed at night, as well as the rumbling of trains passing by in the distance- it's one of my favourite sounds.
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