[No stars] The choppy wind sent the usually smooth downward flow of the fountain scattering sideways at erratic angles. The scaffolding company’s sign was half down and dangling. Downtown, fat white drops were blowing heavily enough outside the station exit to force a retreat under another scaffold. A few minutes later the rain was endurable, and for a while in the middle of the day it had stopped entirely. Eventually, though, it was pounding down again. The rush hour mist and rain blotted out the Freedom Tower so completely there was no way to get a good fix on where it was even supposed to have been. Uptown, umbrellas were turning inside out.