For a change of scenery, perhaps a spring track meet in the rain in a distant city, from Four Quartets.
from East Coker: III / by T. S. Eliot
As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on
And we know that the hills and trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing façade are all being rolled away —