Death By Rain
The old woman blew down the strret, her heavy coat hitting the children in the face and slapping her in the ass. She blew by the puppy flattened against mailbox and thousands of broken umbrellas, their steel rods stuck in the mud left by cabs driving through fields to escape the small tornadoes skimming through the city. She flew past the broken windows, dead cats, hundreds of transvestites screaming as they lost their lashes. She flew round and down and over.
Some guy walking out of a sushi restaurant saw the tops of stockings and whistled, "hey mommy." Another guy holding on to a light post said, "hey that guys talking to you." The old woman just blew away.
The rain beat down on the old woman, the wind pushed her into the stream. As the drops tried to cleanse the streets of all the dirty thoughts, the old woman couldn't even think. But she did wonder when she would come down.