It wasn’t raining when I left to meet a friend in SoHo for coffee. Even after I rode the subway for 15 minutes and emerged from the underground station, it was only misting.
My weather app told me I’d be dry for the next 20 minutes. Emboldened by that claim, I walked by two bodegas selling cheap umbrellas and didn’t stop.
As I approached the coffee shop, the rain started. When the door closed behind me, the sky opened up enough to wash the entire city.
As I scanned the room I didn’t find my caffeine companion. I pulled out my phone to see if I might have gone to the wrong place. That’s when I saw the text that he needed to talk business with a paying customer.
Knowing that might take a while I went back outside to wait it out.
I found a doorway that protected me from the weather and gave me a great view of the morning motions of the city.
Just as the rain stopped a girl came by and secured her dogs to a parking meter while she picked up her coffee.