It had rained, and would rain again; it might snow.
Heavy undefined clouds, with saffron breaks and borders, hung about the east, but what was going to happen there--at least he did not think; he did not know east from west, and I doubt whether, although he had often seen the sun set, he had ever seen him rise.

Yet even to him, city-creature as he was, it was plain something was going to happen there.

And happen it did presently, and that with a splendour that for a moment blinded Gibbie.

For just at the horizon there was a long horizontal slip of blue sky, and through that crack the topmost arc of the rising sun shot suddenly a thousand arrows of radiance into the brain of the boy.

But the too-much light scorched there a blackness instantly; and to the soul of Gibbie it was the blackness of the room from which he had fled, and upon it out came the white eyeballs and the brilliant teeth of his dead Sambo, and the red burst from his throat that answered the knife of the Malay.
He shrieked, and struck with his hands against the sun from which came the terrible vision.