August 30. I was not sure if I would still run. Actually, only the lure of incipient rain could get me to do it. But the forecast was changing every few minutes, moving the thunderstorms further and further into the late evening. The clouds that were building over New Jersey looked convincingly like thunderstorms, and it was also getting dark earlier because of them. By the time it was dark, however, they were lit from below by the city, and it was not at all clear how much chance of rain there was in them. On the last third of my route, from Pier I back to Ninety-first, the wind blew a few drops at me from behind.