There’s a clarity and endlessness to a sky that’s been cleansed by rain. And ‘bruised by the light’, what a phrase!
‘Spinning between the towns one is constantly bruised by the light, as though everything had been torn from a rain-washed sky.’
Source: Laurie Lee, I Can’t Stay Long (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1977 ((1975)), p. 179
