Manhattan streets and the raindrops cascade from the slate-grey sky. Cassandra is standing, wet from the rain, but unaware of her surroundings, her shoulders hunched, unable to release a tear at this time. The world around her blurred, mirroring the chaos within. She looks for one last time, in the hope that her sweetheart has changed his mind. Does he follow, or has he gone? Alone, yet surrounded by the whispering rain and bustle of city life, this natural beauty seeks refuge in the storm, hoping that it will disguise the ache of her broken heart. What will she do now that he has gone, the years invested in a relationship that she thought was forever, over in a few words.