Either a rift or a consummation: the cinematic deployments of rain. That hidden country of scent, triggered by heat in the earth and imminent rain. The dark hem of approaching clouds unrolling over vineyards, delivering rain. Think of the lakes' silvery fingers combing through cool tresses of rain. In cities, cars drown in flooded tunnels. Never did I see so much damage from rain.
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