Tuesday, June 17, 2008

"Let the rain kiss you... Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops..." Langston Hughes

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.

1 comment:

Bucko said...

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.