Even the homeless man wheeled his hand truck under the awning. But I threw myself forward hoping the clouds growing dark were lying or at least not telling me the truth for a few more blocks.
and then it rained and the two old ladies cared tenderly for one another as they prepared to step into the storm.
their love I cried later after the storm had finished.
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There's a feeling in the air in New York when the rain comes, a step becomes a splash and a walk becomes a leap. The drops slip up pant legs and skirts and make people stand under awning and kiss and open doors to dry apartments, hair dripping, to laugh with their lover.
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