Now I was making my way through the garden. There was that strange light which follows a day of persistent rain, when the sun comes out and the sky clears too late to be of any use. The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said.
The narrator walks through a garden filled with a peculiar light that emerges after a rainy day. Although the sun shines and the sky clears, it seems too late to bring relief. The earth gives a sound akin to a sigh as the final raindrops fall. Meanwhile, a small boy, filled with wonder, questions his mother about the phenomenon he witnesses in the sky.
The boy's innocent curiosity is met with a harsh response from his mother, emphasizing a disconnect between childlike wonder and adult frustrations. This moment captures the essence of Beckett's exploration of communication barriers and the complexities of human interaction amidst the beauty of nature.
