I stay two minutes away from work. On some days I think it robs me a drive. But on days like this, when office lines buzz with news of immobile traffic and flooded drains sweeping roads, and I watch open umbrellas pass below the window quickly, I'm happy that I live only two minutes away. It's not that the magic of the rains has evaporated. Far from it. It's just that sitting back sometimes and watching it fall is rather nice.