I swear no matter it a drizzle or a down pour NYC turns into a mad house in the rain. It's like people forget how to walk/drive and be courteous (not that nyers are known for being courteous anyways). People will frequently bash you with their umbrella, slam doors in your face and push you to get into a subway, filled or not. I would like to address a letter to nyers.
Dear people of New York,
It's just rain, unless you are the Wicked Witch of the West, it won't hurt you.
Love,
Kaytee
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