So last night there was a hale storm of frigin biblical proportions. I mean nobody in Brooklyn remembers this even happening before. So nobody told me that hale rips the leaves off of trees.
It rained so hard that it flowed right down the middle of the street. Look at the backs of the wheels on the street side of these cars.
We might not have a pretty Fell, but it make everything smell nice today. I noticed it as soon as the subway doors opened when we got to Park Slope. Even underground.