After who knows how many days of a persistent heat wave, the clouds just broke into a thunderous rainstorm. The construction workers on scaffolds outside my window ran into the middle of the street cheering. One man in a white tank top and back brace raised his arms and head to the sky laughing. I can’t help but smile — we’ve all been waiting for this.
Somehow, I <3 you Brooklyn (even as I sit here in my sweat-soaked no-air-conditioning t-shirt).