“And then the rains came. They came down from the hills and up from the Sound. And it rained a sickness. and it rained a fear. And it rained an odor. And it rained a murder. And it rained dangers and pale eggs of the beast.

Rain fell on the towns and on the fields. It fell on the tractor sheds and the labyrinth of sloughs. Rain fell on toadstools and ferns and bridges. It fell on the head of John Paul Ziller.

…And it rained an omen. And it rained a poison. And it rained a pigment. And it rained a seizure….”