I remember on day in august (I think) I got off the subway early, 116th Street, instead of 137th. I got off to go to Starbucks, for my daily fix of sweetness in some form of liquid, or another, and the rain, it was coming down in sheets; warm bountiful sheets. I pulled open the door to starbucks and walked in, hoping to sit and draw, I ordered my chai latte (major comfort drink) and I looked around (maybe the seats were full - or maybe I was antsy to get home; I cannot remember) and instead of staying I just walked back, out the door and into the rain. I held on tight to my chai latte and I wandered in the rain, down the street (down the hill but I was really going uptown) to where I was living on 134th.
The feeling right then stayed in my heart. The feeling of warmth and joy, the comfort of the lukewarm rain on a hot day, the taste of my chai latte, the pitter-patter of rain splashing on my face. - So beautiful, so memorable. I sit here tonight, in my apartment and I smile, at the thought of it all - of NY rain on a warm summer's day.
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