Yesterday morning I woke up and it was raining. I could hear that sloshing sound as cars streamed past outside carrying people to work and school. It's a sound

Yesterday morning I woke up and it was raining. I could hear that sloshing sound as cars streamed past outside carrying people to work and school. It's a sound I've hated for as long as I can remember because it means a miserable wet and grey morning with everyone seeming slightly depressed. I didn't have to go outside that day, but I'll never forget how lucky I am and that other people still have to. But what difference does it make? I can feel sorry for people all day but I can't stop the rain. On the other hand, nobody listened to people like me who were saying open offices were bad for us and we can't concentrate properly in them. So much for empathy.