I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.
Ray BradburyAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 22, 1920
- Died: June 5, 2012
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