In the space of a few minutes the sky had turned black and it began to rain. Soon the rain increased until it became a stubborn downpour and the thick earth of the workyard changed to a blanket of mud, a hands-breadth deep.
Primo Levi, Moments of Reprieve: A Memoir of Auschwitz.
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