There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.

Then they start going on about cancer and how organic living is the way forward, totally ignoring how expensive it is to be organic and that there are a lot of people out there grateful if they can afford regular living.

... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

Under the glass porte-cochère of a theatre Amory stood, watching the first great drops of rain splatter down and flatten to dark stains on the sidewalk. The air became grey and opalescent; a solitary light suddenly outlined a window over the way; then another light; then a hundred more danced and glimmered into vision. Under his feet a thick, iron-studded skylight turned yellow; in the street the lamps of the taxicabs sent out glistening sheens along the already black pavement. The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day__ last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

When the rain finally abates, I decide to wait out the night instead of trying to climb in the dark.