Rain

I am watching the rain fall through my window and it is pouring in sheets in little drops that catch the stop lights and taillights and streetlights just so that they look like little pieces of glitter trickling down to meet umbrellas and heads and cracks in the sidewalk. Rainy days in the city have a charm about them that rainy days in other places don't share. Perhaps it's the galoshes or the very varied raincoats or the people bustling together to get from point a to point b. I am glad today to be watching rather than bustling.