The Sky is Crying
Posted 9/10/2008 5:01am by Eugene Wyatt.
Hanna Part 3
About 10 AM, New Yorkers slowly came down from their lofty rooms when they realized that the rain was holding off for them. Occasionally the sun would peek out from behind clouds and this flickering cheer crowded the market with buyers who kept one grim eye on the threatening skies overhead. One thought of hungry Cyclopes. Surprisingly, the day finished well.
But it finished early. Light rain began to fall about 3 PM—this emptied the market—the rain came down harder and soaked us as we loaded the truck. Now it was a race to get out of town and through Jersey before Rte. 17 was deluged. But when I got to Mahwah the rain was coming down in sheets, traffic crawled and made waves across the flooded roadway, the wipers were helpless, "cant you see the tears roll down the street." Stevie Ray Vaughn was on my iPod, Hanna was here, I was halfway home. Secretly, I like the rain, it soothes me.
But it finished early. Light rain began to fall about 3 PM—this emptied the market—the rain came down harder and soaked us as we loaded the truck. Now it was a race to get out of town and through Jersey before Rte. 17 was deluged. But when I got to Mahwah the rain was coming down in sheets, traffic crawled and made waves across the flooded roadway, the wipers were helpless, "cant you see the tears roll down the street." Stevie Ray Vaughn was on my iPod, Hanna was here, I was halfway home. Secretly, I like the rain, it soothes me.
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