It came down hard; it came down with a fury. People dashed by, with and without umbrellas . They rushed past her, almost touching her arm or her elbow. Her hoodie was wet, the arms of her leather jacket were damp. It was no use trying to shield herself. Stop. Stop. Please STOP, Rain! You are making my life miserable. It’s beyond annoying. Where will I seek shelter? It’s freezing. A warm cup of tea–I long for that as I never longed for anything in my life.