“Cyrus squinted through the rain at the old man, at the truck, at the crackling Golden Lady. What was going on? None of this seemed real. But it was. The rain on his skin. The soggy waffle and drooping napkins. The smell of gunpowder.”
“Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.”
“Down the road in the rain and snow The man and his machine would go Oh the secrets that old car would know Sometimes I hear him sayin'...”
“Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face on a November day in the rain.”
“My skin came alive under his fingers, every touch an electric crackle through my veins.”
“You have to get through the rain if you're ever going to see a rainbow.”