The sound of water splashing against rolling tires blend with the staccato of rain.
Bouncing off the starry night print umbrella held by tightened hands, that fight the pull of heavy wind.
The pressure of tall buildings has compressed the otherwise lazy air, lifting the edges of the awning as if to pull her off and into the sky.
The slick of the sidewalk and smell or rotted earth fill in the space left by the sound of rain.
A wet workday walk, inching closer to the end of a week.