It was a
humid 100 today and then it poured. The ominous dark weight of the entire sky
collapsed and the heavens came rolling out in droves of wind and war. Chaos.
Empty
concrete streets lay helpless as they drowned in rivers of insanity. The
marbled hail crashing through the foggy currents breaking their heavy-handed
flows as they rolls past crowded drains.
The steady pour beat down on the earth as wind swept waves of rain
stumbled down avenues, leaving their mess and never looking back. Bowling ball
claps of thunder, strobe like lightning, everybody stopped.
The office
windows stretching to a clouded infinity filled with spectators. I could see
their silent silhouettes whispering their pities to one another. They saw our shaken souls standing
soaked under the dry side of a awning waiting for the waterfall to loose its
liquid legs. We were trapped.
But not
trapped in the damp cloak of sorrow or worry, but surrounded by the surprised
faces of misplaces strangers, humbled by the power of the world New Yorkers
often ignore. We stood four deep
under that awing, each with a different destination and but the same wet
story. We laughed, we smiled we
shared a front row seat to the only show in town.
The rain
came so fast it didn’t even sound like rain. Instead white noise fell over the endless grey sidewalks. In
that moment the world changed channel, flipped frequencies and I found a breath
of peace. I found a comfortable feeling of serenity as my heels hugged that dry
bodegas wall. The cold cotton of my shirt clung to my spine and I felt
freed. Somewhere out there lost in
this madness someone is falling in love.
Someone like me is hiding under an awning like this and he’s met the
girl of his dreams.
The squalls
of the season were lined with fate.
I could taste it on my tongue.
There are a million corners in this empty city, a million dry places,
but they found one and they found each other. And even in the relentless dark of the storm they found
light. They found the heat of a
beating heart outpacing the song of the beating rain.
They were
out there staring into each other’s certain eyes, their minds as clear as the
far side of the sky. The storm
roared in applause and poured with praise.
Fate falls
like summer hail, magically swift and beautifully unexpected. Today the clouds brought more than rain.
