The man in front of me, who had been sitting on his haunches with a steel-ribbed umbrella over him, remained silent and still.

At last I called on him to continue his work and pulled back the umbrella to see his face.

He was stone dead.
Examination showed a small blackish spot where the steel rib had rested and conveyed the fatal shock.
The approach of the daily rainstorm, usually about noon, was a remarkable sight.

Immense fan-shaped, thunderous-looking clouds would come rolling up, billow upon billow, travelling at great speed and accompanied by terrific wind.

A flash of lightning and a crashing peal of thunder and the deluge began, literally a deluge.