The clouds are purple above the white-capped Hudson. The rushes along the river are bright green. I’ve been running for over an hour, through driving rain and wind, Central Park, Morningside Heights, and Riverside Park. And I feel like I could keep running forever.
I hope for one more downpour. I love the sound. It keeps me cool. It keeps everyone else inside. As I turn from the river towards my apartment, it falls heavy in sheets. The sun breaks through, a giant white disk. A sunshower. And I don’t care if it rains all day.