Rainy day

The day began silverfish grey, with black whipped clouds mottling the horizon. The wind, chattering snappishly at the windows, spit angry wet bullets that homed in on any opening. Heads tucked like shy baby birds, hands jammed into pockets in an effort to anchor themselves to the earth, the people seemed to walk through a charcoal drawing, every once in a while dotting it with a bright red or yellow speck.