No, it's not the "petite phrase" from Vinteuil!
". . . experience of life stored up and slowly ripening in one's heart."
About the rain coming up suddenly.
"Its drops, like migrating birds which fly off in a body at a given moment, would come down out of the sky in close marching order. . . . the sky would be as greatly darkened as by the swallows flying south.
What fantastic images. I love the word "Montjouvain." Wouldn't you like to live in a place with this name? Montjouvain The word makes me see fountains and hills and beauty, like Tuscany. Montjouvain.
I live in Foxborough, which sounds nice until it's abbreviated "Foxboro," which is short and turgid.