Inner landscape

«It was night, and the rain fell; and, falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall lilies, and the rain fell upon my head - and the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation».

«Silence - A Fable», by Edgar Allan Poe.
Tales of Mystery and Imagination.
Hertfordshire:Wordsworth Classics, 2000, p. 252.