Merrily zigzagging down the Great Ocean Road, Bernie recounts stories of pristine rain forests, wild koalas and hippity-hoppin' kangaroos.
Telling another story to the reassuring pitter-patter of raining baseballs.
But the story of summer rain was confirmed when umbrellas were opened by the models, whose hair was graying or sprayed that color, and whose faces were painted with oblique messages like "help," "angel" or "me".
The story of acid rain from the 1970s is preserved in newspaper headlines, textbooks, and, it turns out, the soils of the northeastern United States.
The story of Heavy Rain weaves a surprisingly dense tapestry of twists.
In the very beautiful story entitled "Theories of Rain," Lavinia, the narrator, addressing in her mind this same Caleb, the brother who was lost to her in childhood and whom she is destined never to find again, says, "Through that channel of longing, the world enters me".
The pyrotechnics are built into the stories of machine guns raining down bullets on civilians in peacetime, of women dragging children down residential streets to escape.
It was the story of that rain-drenched Open.
It is a story, in a word, of rain.
I had heard stories of people living in rain forests so dense that their far point was only six or seven feet away.
