They won't be sleeping. They can't sleep in this moist hell. They will toss and turn and curse and thank God that tomorrow is another day in a long weekend, made longer by undesirable weather. Some will lay and listen to the pitter rattle patter. Others will traverse towards an available source of potable liquid. All will moan.
Adelaide. The capital city of the driest state in the driest country in the world. Supposedly. But definitely, definitively, tropical this night.