"This rain I’ll call 'Quiet.' Not because of it’s silence; Not because it was timid. It wasn’t. It was simply quiet because of itself. So much water, everywhere at once. What else could it do? Quelling a thirst no one knew we had. Each man was a bubble. Sealed and safe. The clamor of everyday life cut out from the crowd. Isolating the misery of every messy endeavor. Few visible droplets but the puddles swelled as a sign. So quiet you could barely hear your own thoughts. We should have more names for rain."

- The Name of the King


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