...the rocket men and women who had come to a raining world to set up a civilization and live out their lives.

...the sun came out for an hour and showed its face to the stunned world...

...these children who could [n]ever remember a time when there wasn't rain...they could not recall.

"Aw, you didn't write that!" protested one of the boys.

Now the rain was slackening...

They turned themselves like a feverish wheel, all tumbling spokes.

...she watched the drenched windows.

There was talk [of]...taking her back to Earth next year; it seemed vital to her that they do so.

"Well, don't wait around here!" cried the boy savagely.

"...this is the day the scientists predict, they say, they know, the sun..."

all of the blasts, and repercussions, and thunder...

...the great jungle that covered Venus, that grew and never stopped growing, tumultuously...

...the jungle...sigh[ed] and squeak[ed] under them resilient and alive.

...they breathed of the fresh, fresh air and listened and listened to the silence...they looked at everything and savored everything.

They could not meet each other's glances. Their faces were solemn and pale.