As he sat in his moon chair listening to the rain he realized what a perfect Sunday it was.
Peaceful.
Relaxing.
He felt the excited/trapped feeling people get sometimes in storms. Moments like this had been his favorite since he was a child.
It was nearly perfect, but something was missing. As soon as he recognized what else the day called for, he ran to his record collection, moved a lamp close by so he could read them in the cloudy darkness, and pulled out all four of his Smiths records. He put one on, turned the sound down to a three, and returned to the moon chair just as A Rush and A Push and the Land is Ours started up on the player.
Perfection.
A Flash of Inspiration 