like a tree upon the waters whose shadow is cast before the reeds the damp sod hardens into cool, red clay beneath its roots and moss, settling upon the wise tree bark as though an armor— I stand with the cattails; amongst the blue grass, the dandelions, the whistling ferns winds meandering past in pursuit …
Abdulrazak Gurnah
I used to love the big rains with a dread I could not explain even to myself; the ancient light, the water logged land about to slide off the edge of the world, the croaking of beasts in the shadows. Gravel Heart
The-Bleu-Bivouac 