I had a blog for a minute in 2006. I only posted a few things & then left it abandoned. Let's take a stroll through the sands of time to June 25, 2006, and this post I wrote about the summer rain in my beloved NYC. :-D
Summer Rain, NYC - (06/25/06)
It's rainy here in New York. My favorite type of weather. Melancholic. Dreary. The atmospheric equivalent of "In a Sentimental Mood" by Duke Ellington and John Coltrane. Perfect.
Nothing makes me happier than seeing people, all dressed up, running around like lunatics because they don't have their umbrella. Does this quirk make me a bad person? I sit in my window, smirking, while overlooking the chaotic mayhem of 1st St. and 1st Ave. on a rainy, summer Saturday night.
Every weatherman for a week has been preaching how the weekend will be a replay of the Great Flood. What, do these people think if they dress up for a night out, the weather gods will smile and spare them the downpour? Do these people, who very sensibly carry umbrellas to work, think it only rains Monday through Fri-day? Ridiculous. Hilarious. People running like well dressed rats in the rain for my amusement. How thoughtful.
Here comes a M-15 bus, sputtering and clunking at the Allen St. and Houston light, on it's way to the stop outside Lucky Cheng's. The drunk bachelorette and her minions standing on the corner outside One and One bar had better stay RIGHT there. No, don't move. That's it...that's IT...ooooooo...ahhh...no, NO, don't move, RIGHT THERE....SPLASH! That's what you get you silly bitches! Ah, sweet glee on my part. Ecstasy. That's the most action I'm going to get all night, I think. Sigh.
The weather gods tend to smile on me. It's because I respect them, and worship at their altars: weather.com, NY1 news every 11th minute, in the hallowed hollow under umbrellas, and in the protective cocoon of raincoats. Because of the reverence I show the all-powerful weather gods, they bestow upon me their good graces.
I wish they would give me more snow, however, even they cannot overpower global warming. Crap.
Wait. There it is. The other thing I love to see in the rain. My smirk is wiped off, and replaced by a half smile, and glazed expression.
Two people are standing, sans umbrella (of course), on the thin, median strip separating East and West Houston, under the street light. Cars are whizzing by like everyone is late for the next World Cup game, which, of course, they aren't, because it's 3am. It's not raining as heavily now, but it's consistent. The couple, most likely wasted and complete strangers, are entwined in lust, and kissing against the street light. Sure, it's not that romantic, but hey, this IS the East Village on a rainy, summer night.