sweet bountiful raindrops

Today I felt the beauty of the rain splashing onto my face. The rain this spring have been magnificent downpours making the city that never stops, come to a crashing halt. People run for cover. Street vendors come out of nowhere with baskets full of umbrellas yelling, "umbrellas five dollars - only five dollars". During during one of these momentss I stand still huddled in the doorway of Victoria Secret, with my camera to my face catching the moment on film. People are milling around into the doorway distracted by the rain, no one notices the click of the camera. After a bit I leave happy with the faces I have captured and start walking down the soggy street, the rain slowly drips from my bangs onto my sunglasses and down my face. I am relishing it: for some reason I feel calm and happy. After a bit of walking a middle-aged man approaches with his umbrella and guides me down the street under the dryness of his umbrella. I feel like a princess, being swept away by a fairy godfather, when suddenly he disappears into a store and I am left again to fend for myself. I then walk gleefully to Starbucks for my daily fix in the form of a tea misto and head soaked from head to toe to the NYC sardine can. –I always seem to catch the train at rush hour.