" When rain comes finally, washing away a low sky of muddy ocher, we who could not control the phenomenon are pressed into relief. The near-occult feeling: The face of being witness to the end of the world gives way to tangible things. Even if the succeeding sensations are not common, they are at least not mysterious. "

― Maya Angelou , I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (Maya Angelou's Autobiography, #1)