A Weather Forecast

It is slowly raining in New York City today, bigdrops lazy fall,roll along42nd streetpick up dust, collide with other drops and become dirty water that runs down a sewer hole with vertical bars.

Hudson River runs full too, much rain upland, and
New Jersey, where Tony lives, got a drenching
too, Mr. Soprano slouches in his pajamas feels ancient at 47, and worries about the future

In the City, where the absence of the Twin
Towers is still seen, the
Central Park need a good soaking;
a big rat put its snout through the vertical bars, looks up at the mournful sky and sighs.