They pass by as if in a dream. The shadow people in their raincoats and holding umbrellas. It's cold outside; almost cold enough for snow. But, not quite. Traffic on the street makes a shhhhhhing sound as yellow cabs and white trucks pass by. Outside the window, quietly but with purpose, the rain people move across my view. Their umbrellas, if they have one, are pointed into the wind. They sometimes glide into someone with an umbrella who is coming from the other direction. They don't talk to or acknowledge the others. They bounce off each other and continue in their chosen direction. When they get inside, they will drip water on marble floors. When they get to their home or office, their coats, hanging on hooks behind doors, will drip water onto wall to wall carpeting. By tomorrow the rain will stop. 

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