The rain was approaching rapidly, sweeping across the hills on the other side of the loch like a trailing black sheet in the wind. Algy retreated to his patch of gorse and prepared to get very wet, although he knew that the squall would pass as quickly as it had arrived. Looking out across the loch, Algy was reminded of some lines from a poem by the Scottish poet Robin Robertson:

          A squall lifts the gorse
          at the brink of the sea-fall:
          the sky’s film turned to fast-forward
          as clouds bloom
          like milk in water.

[Algy is quoting part of the poem Flags of Autumn from Camera Obscura by Robin Robertson.]

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