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The Thirteenth Tale - Diane Setterfield

 

   'She was mid-yawn when something began to happen to her face. First it was a sudden blurring in the center of her forehead, like a blister. Another mark appeared on her cheek, then beneath her eye, on her nose, on her lips. Each new blemish was accompanied by a dull thud, a percussion that grew faster and faster. In a few seconds her entire face, it seemed, had decomposed.

    But it was not the work of death. I was only rain. The long-awaited rain.'

 

That is the creepiest description of rain falling on a window reflection I have ever read.