Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain {A Pictorial}
It rained all day and all night. Weather so bad it was humorous. Weather so bad I g0t my morning coffee delivered with my lunch and fresh-squeezed juice.
In the evening, I somehow rationalized leaving my apartment and met other bold travelers. We all screamed with the angry gusts and taxi splashes. Bad weather in New York City is much like an earlier-than-7am walk, a cause to share a smile with strangers.
Dunkin’ Donuts welcomed our loitering polka-dots and did not enforce their restriction of sitting for periods longer than 15-minutes.
Sometimes you eat just for shelter.
I’ll gladly deposit an hour of this night into my daylight savings bank.
