The joy of rain as I'm walking down the cold street, with freezing droplets occasionally stinging my face, even though I'm carrying an umbrella.
The joy of watching the myriads of neon lights reflecting in the myriads of puddles created in every tiniest hollow in the ground.
But above all, the joy of the monotonous sounds of the raindrops beating gently against everything in their way, the steady whisper accompanying just another normal evening in the life of the city.
On my way, there will be only one stop to make - the supermarket: I need to buy a few bags of strong tea. This is going to be a long evening at work.
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