A rainy day in New York City paints everything in a muted gray, the clouds hanging low like a curtain over the skyline. Strangers pass under shared awnings and crowded subway entrances, their faces blurred by reflections in puddles. The city slows, just a little, as umbrellas bloom like flowers against the drizzle—silent connections between people who may never speak, but who all feel the weight of the same heavy sky.