and the deceptive quiet and stillness as if nothing lived inside heralding the havoc that would break out moments later , always brought to raddias mind the hush that came over everything ( the rustle of the bushes , the buzzing of the bees , even the sacred rivers flow ) immediately before a shower of ether milk : countless drops that fell from the sky rapidly , cold and completely transparent a fact which many lurienites took as a sign of primordial purity , letting themselves be drenched by the clear liquid and even drinking it , but which raddia feared beyond words , thinking it an onslaught from an alien world she knew nothing about and couldnt trust .