We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing. - Ray Bradbury

The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming 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.

The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.

She didn't want to know how a thing was done, but why.... Luckily, queer ones like her don't happen often.