I wrote this during the Holidays years ago when I was sentenced to that radio station, and worked way downtown near the tip end of Manhattan. .....

I went out for a walk in the rain last night. The air smelled of old leaves, and bus fumes. I was leaning against the overhang of Ninety Pine Street. That fine old 'Deco tower.

I like to watch the rain coming down from oblivion.
Ever noticed? It seems to appear just this side of the clouds.
The hiss of tires on wet asphalt. Water rushing down the sewers. The crimson butt end of cars making their own Christmas pageants.

Rain mixing with steam. Them clouds of steam coming out'a tunnels beneath us. I was watching rain appear from Paradise. Showers from the well of souls.