Walking in Rain

Friday evening when I walked out of the library it began to drizzle. Soon, the drizzle turned into steady rain. I walked in the rain for a long time, passing the crowds surrounding 42nd Street and Broadway, toward East, then North and then West. The rain water glistened and trickled in their peculiar lightweightness, like tears, full of feelings, over festive lights, ornamental colors, and throngs of passerbys.