Rainy nights in the city are magic.
After the deluge, the air is clear, and every surface bounces light like a quivering kaleidescope.
I enjoy walking home right after a rainfall. The rain drenched surfaces seem to amplify and echo - the opposite of the hush that comes with snowfall - and the swoosh of traffic takes on a rhythmic pace that works like white noise - calming me.
Contrasts are starker, too, after the rain. Smooth seems slick, and delapidated takes on the air of poignant ruin.
It's an insular experience - I pass other shrouded figures shuffling down the street, but we're each in our own world, walking our own line, lost in our own thoughts.
After a rain, I feel oddly at peace.