the weather

It was raining in New York.

I knew it was coming.

The forecast said high chances but I still took my own.

“I want more!” I said, talking about the city and nothing else.

Of course I wanted to see what New York had to offer.

Clouds loomed over the sky but I just wanted the city.

It was windy and loud, but I couldn’t tell you that it didn’t feel warm and quiet.

Rain started as it does: slowly.

Then all at once, it fell on my face and I couldn’t act surprised.

I saw it coming, the rain of course, but I didn’t expect clear skies.