“And the rain is brain-coloured, and the thunder is like something remembering something.”
“And the rain was brain coloredand the thunder sounded like something remembering something.”
“And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.”
“Georgia had felt the colours and the rain, but she would not miss here. And there was something lost. The now-ness of things. It was not pretty.”
“You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
“Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.”