Only Perth is clever enough to provide lightning timed perfectly with the Australia Day fireworks. I kept repeating that as we ran aimlessly: “Only Perth. Only fucking Perth.” I am happy to say that I got absolutely soaked in the torrential downpour with four of my best friends, pushing one in a trolley, running and rolling on the wet bitumen and through grassy alleyways in my rain-drenched shoes, from one heavy thud of a step to the next. Rain on my eyelashes, rain on my lips, her rain, his rain, their rain, our rain, wild and rampant- I think of the word ‘passion’- and yet the drops that fall resonate only within my soul; they exist in a soft and peaceful languor.