" was once caught in a downpour on my way into a prison. As I waited to pass through a set of doors, I groused to an inmate on work duty who was mopping the hallway that even my socks were soaked. “They cancel outdoor rec in storms,” the man said to me with a soft smile. “I haven’t been in a rainstorm in eighteen years.”) "

― Christine Montross , Waiting for an Echo: The Madness of American Incarceration