The milk baby fell from the sky, and the scholar's father fainted from crying in the latrine. It rained like a leak from the sky.
Cheng Xing wrapped himself in the musty-smelling quilt and stared at the gap in the thatched roof.
The water droplets were dripping down stubbornly along a rotten beam, and hit a broken earthen pot on the ground, making a "tap, tap" sound.
