A Downpour of Light

The first thing I did, when I’d borne it all from the first blow to the last, was spread my arms out wide, so that the joints all cracked. I was caught in it as in a downpour. Downpour: the whole sky onto my head, plumb-down, pouring vertically and pouring slantingly—a drench, a draught, a quarrel of rays of light with rays of rain—a downpour of light: Maud Newton’s Blog.


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