I've been at my local Queens cafe for a couple of hours now. My butt is falling asleep thanks to the utilitarian dark wood beneath me. It's raining outside and the reflection of headlights and stoplights smear red and white streaks against wet asphalt. I don't think I ever noticed the simple beauty of drops falling into pools of rain at each dipped street corner. Or the choreographed tilt of umbrellas in unison, as wind pushes up against a line of people walking up and down the same sidewalk. A few drops smack into the cafe window right by my face and I follow them down with my eyes as they zig zag between other existing droplets of water stuck where they are. It's just another rainy day, and at the same time, a completely new experience.