On my way home from work I had to drop off an application for a summer class at Baruch College. It’s only a couple blocks away from my site so not too bad of a trek. However, dark thunderous clouds now covered the sky of Manhattan, a storm was coming. Walking there I felt the humid air collide with strong gusts of wind and create this apocalyptic feeling in the air. I don't know why, but storms in the city always seem more significant to me. Maybe because the city is a place where we feel like we have control over, the buildings are made by us, the streets are run by us, almost no part of the environment is left uncontrolled. However, when a storm enters the area all of a sudden we are reminded that there are much stronger forces out there. The wind spins through the streets, rain downpours from the sky, and lightning illuminates the sky. Even though we are not paralyzed by storms, everyone in the city is affected by them. After dropping off my application in Baruch’s office I went out to the street to find the storm had finally picked up. Between some buildings at Baruch there are chairs and umbrellas outside. I made my way under an umbrella and sat down next to another college student. We both took sanctuary under this large blue umbrella. She was wearing a full Burqa and as the wind picked up, the cloth created a mesmerizing pattern. We started talking. We both stated how good it felt to experience the storm from under the umbrella. We felt the cool wind travel around us and yet still weren’t exposed to the harsh rain. We talked about why we both liked the rain and how unexpectedly relaxed it made us feel. We continued to sit there but now in silence as we listened to the sounds around us.