The water is up to one's ankles and my pants are wet to my knees. Outside my window there's nothing but a big fluffy cloud.
I love it.
I love the tropic nature of this wetness that steams the windows and if I were wearing glasses, my glasses too.
I love it to the degree of wanting to turn my pants up, throwing my shoes into the bin and running to my meetings barefeet.
Half an hour spent mending my 3 dollar umbrella. The deal is that I refuse to buy another umbrella in this town of crappy umbrellas. They all break the first time around anyway.
I love it. I love all of it.
New York, there are times that I totally love you!
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