The rain falls thick and heavy.
The air cool and perfectly humid.
The sky above an array of oranges reflected from the city, creating a deception of blackness. Lights flash in seemingly endless patterns.
The rain pitter-patters of the tops of millions of umbrellas carried by this spectacle's participants, the rain drops shattering into countless smaller drops; gently gracing faces, hitting the pavement below.
The umbrellas, rivaling the city's lights in their color and variety, dance and mingle, occasionally colliding and kissing, as the perpetual stream of strangers connect through the intersection.
The pink light of an advertisement shines brilliantly and vividly through the filter of a transparent umbrella, lighting our temporary community.
i walk through a shallow puddle.
The rain runs gently down my back.
And the night is perfect.
