Oh, but it's raining. Fucking pissing down, and there's lightning, and the city is remembering what it is to be wet and slick, and moving, not just dry and still, or breathing with the hot dry breaths of a dead thing.
And the rain is dancing, sliding across the sky.
And it's a Brisbane storm. And the city is at once gorgeous, and the city is at once pathetic, because it's a Brisbane storm, but barely, and soon it will be gone.