Frank McNally: A history of Ireland, as told through the medium of rain – part 2
From October to April, the walls of Limerick glistened with the damp
There were nights as if I was on a fishing boat at sea; house lights dipping through the washing of rain and wind blowing salty in the throat. (Ernie OMalley, On Another Mans Wound) Darkness came qu… [+4562 chars]