From the balcony I watched the stream of figures in white pyjamas rushing through the pelting rain to the shelter of the mosque. BNC
He lay on the goose feathers, looking at the beams, feeling the soft pelting rain massage away the binding layers of ambition, lust, wickedness, pain, revenge… BNC
Not even the crackle of the fire and the pelting rain could disguise Isabel's quick gasp. BNC