picture: Mark Ballerini
The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a cold and freezing rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the boat and cut the water like scissors and shaved the waves and molted the icebergs. It shrank men's hands into the hands of wrinkled apes; it rained a solid glassy rain, and it never stopped.
Adapted from The Long Rain by Ray Bradbury, 1951
2 comments:
i recognize the photographer but who the hell is Ray Bradbury?! ;-)
Mark
yes, outstanding picture he? I always like to give the artists their credit. so also to a science fiction writer like Ray. (he also wrote Fahrenheit 451, on which novel a movie was based, made in 1966. there is a remake planned, starring Mel Gibson, no too old as he judged himself, Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise or will it be Tom Hanks?)
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