New York Morning

Rain patters on the cement
Seeping through the curved cracks and into the gutter
While busy people above hustle through the crowds of umbrellas
Trying to get to wherever on time

The swarm of individuals continues
And water seeps into the subway
Catching a ride on hats and bags
As people watch to see when their train will arrive

The doors open
A crowd of people squeezes through
Pushing past others 
Already in a rush to get to nowhere

Polished shoes and sneakers squeak
As the people waiting impatiently
Get on the train
Resoaking the almost dry floor

As the crowd exits the station
Dark coats are tightened
Umbrellas released into the sky
To keep them dry

The wave of black fabric sporadically interrupted
By hues of orange and red and blue
And a full rainbow
As a little girl walks through the puddles
With glittering rainboots on

The drops continue to patter on
Falling on the windows of the warm cafes
Glowing with a soft light
Releasing smells of coffee and chocolate
Through the doors and into the streets
Luring sleepy workers in for a sip

While most of the crowd is too busy
The few with time to spare
Sit inside looking out the window
As the rest of the world passes on by