The droplets fell in an attempt to fill the streets, but found themselves thwarted by conveniently placed drains. I walked to work wishing I had thought to bring an umbrella, but I realized these things are always obvious in retrospect. Pulling my overcoat closer and my arms towards my chest I trudged on, hoping that the day would brighten with time.

A woman had her purse stolen as I walked past, and her son made haste to retrieve it. Sprinting into the street, blinded by virtue he was unaware of the traffic racing towards him.

It was then that I understood the futility of it all.