"Not even a cat was out. The rain surged down with a steady drone. It meant to harm New York and everyone there. The gutters could not contain it. Long ago they had despaired of the job and surrendered. But the rain paid no attention to them... New York people never lived in houses or even burrows. They inhabited cells in stone cliffs. They timed their cooking of their eggs by the nearest traffic light. If the light went wrong, so did the eggs..."
- Barbara Follett
Well shit... that's just good writing right there.
