The sun was beating down full on both of us.

The next thing she knew, the sun was beating through her windows.

"The sun beat us" - which was probably closer to the mark.

By now we'd been going almost three hours and the sun, beating onto the face of the cliff, was hot.

At some point, he realized that the sun was beating him between the eyes like a stick.

As the morning dragged on and the sun beat down, my head began to pound.

The naked sun beat down, making an oven of the landscape.

Still the sun beat down, but now its heat was tempered by the coming of autumn.

Though the sun beat down mercilessly, there were signs of change.

The sun beat down, and the soil itself seemed to radiate heat.