The time for meteors has not yet come.

Simple rain beats down on motionless rivers. The mischievous sound of tides goes to the labyrinth of moistures. At the contact of shooting stars, the anxious eyes of women closed for several years. They will see nothing more than the tapestries of the June sky and of the high seas; but there are the magnificent sounds of vertical catastrophes and historic events.

Andre Breton and Philippe Soupault - The Magnetic Fields