Just stood under the bridge in this photograph and belted out a David Bowie song - 

No one could hear me over all the rain pouring down around the bridge. And there weren’t any other pedestrians walking by. It was just me and the rain.

I feel most alive on rainy days. Especially when I am out in the middle of them. And yet I live in one of the driest cities in the world. Am I drawn to the rain because there is so little of it here? Or am I just living in the wrong place?