“English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.”
“I figure a man's character is like his coat, Flinn. Nobody knows if it's any damn good or not, until he's been a few days out in the rain.”
“Her bare feet land with light thuds like rain on stones.”
“...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...”
“Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.”
“A part of me will always be joined to a part of you. I can feel it. And it feels so damn good. Don't ever let go of me, Kelly English." "I didn't let go, Mitch," I say aloud. "And it still feels damn good.”