Or that our whole solar system is a living thing: that showers of blood upon this earth are its internal hemorrhages—
Or vast living things in the sky, as there are vast living things in the oceans—
Or some one especial thing: an especial time: an especial place. A thing the size of the Brooklyn Bridge. It's alive in outer space—something the size of Central Park kills it—
It drips.
We think of the ice fields above this earth: which do not, themselves, fall to this earth, but from which water does fall—
Popular Science News, 35-104:
That, according to Prof. Luigi Palazzo, head of the Italian Meteorological Bureau, upon May 15, 1890, at Messignadi, Calabria, something the color of fresh blood fell from the sky.
This substance was examined in the public-health laboratories of Rome.
It was found to be blood.
"The most probable explanation of this terrifying phenomenon is that migratory birds (quails or swallows) were caught and torn in a violent wind."