New York City, March 1, 2017

★★ A thunderclap sounded and the rain, already solid, turned heavy. A man in a suit stood poised at the edge of a scaffold, in the middle of the sidewalk, unfree to take the next step. Out on Broadway another man was on the move wearing a plastic shopping bag as a bonnet. Rain-spattered passengers mixed with longer-riding dry ones on the train. Powerful foul odors swelled in the subway stations. A vendor was out hawking Fivedollaumbrella, umbreallafivedolla. The rain gave out and sun crept on. Purple and pink blended seamlessly out beyond the far end of the cross streets.