Heat wrapped around him like a warm, wet blanket. Even with the curtains drawn, with his eyes closed, there was an aching brightness. He tossed and turned and couldn’t get comfortable.A tinny crackle of music from the radio downstairs. A dog barking in the distance.A rook flying straight at the w...
It’s like machines in the sky have been moving the rain sideways instead of letting it drop. This is what’s known as drifts, or swathes. A swathe is a committee of raindrops that have been caught on the wind and blown sideways. Sometimes they form interesting shapes such as gentlemen’s beards or ...