The sky was black and the sound of thunder rumbled from the darkening skies behind me. The American anthem had just finished playing, echoing out from the baseball stadium across the way and was followed by an eruption of cheer from the crowd as the whistle blew to indicate the start of the game. The clouds were rolling fast overhead, almost as though a painter was mindlessly brushing dark grey strokes across what was left of the blue sky. In a matter of minutes, Manhattan Island, which stood opposite me across the water was completely shrouded in thick low clouds and in no time at all the heavens opened and large raindrops started falling hard and fast all around us. Welcome to New York.