To Be The rain lashed against the motel window driven with spite by a cold easterly wind that whipped up sea crashing it into … Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)