I like New York most when it rains. Maybe it is because, as a photographer, the rain adds a dynamic element to my imagery. I like how lights reflect off the pavement, how water droplets clutch to windows high above the avenues, how umbrellas dodge quietly through the night, making the anonymous passerby even more so.
But mostly, I enjoy the rain because it evokes a sense of shared experience in a city where little else is shared. The rain we cannot escape. We are all forced to cope. We become vulnerable, slightly more vulnerable, than when it is just the city itself we must confront. It is this shared experience, minimal as it may be, that brings each of our distinct lives somewhat closer together, if only for a night.