Rain is pitter pattering in interwoven patterns. Like salt and pepper flashing crazy. Hitting the sidewalk like pennies causing ripples among the puddles. Aluminum foil crinkling, crackling. The gutte
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear
