NARRATOR: And just like that, the clouds dissolve and an eternal blue void stretches out in all directions.

The smell of a week’s rain evaporating on the tarmac fuses with the morning’s coffee.

It’s the aroma of a city washed clean and drying gently in the breeze.

ANNCR: That was the weather brought to you by the Auckland Writers Festival, 13th to 17th May. Book now online.