The rain fell like a disembodied wave on the streets below, the clouds so indivisible and descended that the sky seemed a great damaged nerve hanging there. The severity of the downpour was such that the street, the buildings, the cab that conveyed her appeared as if vaporously derived. She sat there, in the slow, animal crawl of traffic, watching the rain organize into focused drops on the window and attempting to transpose them with the strange spectral blur into which the rest of the world had slipped. Even the fallen leaves looked faintly drafted. She wore a black coat, and she noted that the dimness of the cab combined with the rustling of her limbs under velvet made her appear like a whirling dark, pulsing on the rim of a grey and dissolved universe.