Fabulous, stupendous, gorgeous storm in NYC! Big swells on the river this morning. The percussion of raindrops on water. Racing dark clouds, and a line of mist across the river. Same two mallards as every morning, on their hurrying way north to feed, helped by the wind though getting back's gonna be a pain. Now, trees bending in the back yards behind my apartment as I write. Neighbor's kitchen storm door blowing and slamming. Buckets of rain smashing against my windows. Sheets of it flowing down the neighbor's slanting skylight. As soon as my word quota's filled, I'm going out again.