then i dropped , and the air turned into a tornado shooting straight up from the advancing pool of green , and the graffiti exploded from the shelves and walls and cliffs all around me , burst forth in reds and blacks and golds and blues , and i could smell that clean , cold , and suddenly frightening odor of a century 's raindrops just before i hit the water , toes pointed down , wrists tucked tight against my hips , dropped deep below the surface where the cars and the refrigerators and the bodies lay .