"There was no one in the streets, which were silent except for the soft sticky sound of their footsteps and the irregular tap-tap of water dripping from the trees. Wet leaves leaned down above their heads. A drop of water fell on to Annette's shoulder and ran down between her breasts. They walked through a square. The dripping sound, which at another time would have made Annette sad, seemed to her now the very voice of the spring. The air was soft and warm and the spring-time was falling off the trees and rolling in cool drops upon her skin. Then suddenly there was a clear distant sound, and then another - and then again the silence"
The Fight from the Enchanter - Iris Murdoch