I think it's the first time I've heard thunder in Melbourne. Sure, there've been small showers from time to time, but nothing like real rain. As I made my way to RMIT at noon, it felt good to be in the cold again. The rain fell softly, pelting against my skin as I waited for the lights to change. People were shivering as they shuffled on the sidewalk, blowing into palms held close to their face, burrowing deeper into warm lined jackets. I was wearing just a thin shirt and berms, but I smiled at the rain and walked on.