As the rain pooled beneath the Queen City bridge in the chilly mist of Wednesday morning, a few homeless men scrambled to move couches, tables, a barrel fire and personal items to higher ground. But it was too late to save other things from a good soaking — a stack of firewood, a few Bibles. The past few days here have been especially trying for the dozen or so individuals who call this place — located down a gravel road along a railroad line, adjacent to storage shelters and a poultry plant — home for the holidays.