After an entire week of intermittent rains, the sky finally cleared on Monday morning. For Liverpool, with spring just around the corner, such a day was a rare treasure to be savored. The feeling was even more pronounced near Anfield, where the weather seemed to have a mind of its own. One never knew when the sky above the stadium would darken in an instant, only to be followed by a sudden splatter of raindrops across the Kop and the surrounding streets.
Beads of water clung to the leaves of the trees lining the road, catching the morning sunlight and sparkling like tiny diamonds left behind by the night's downpour—a quiet testament to the rain that had washed over the city while it slept.
