Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 29, 1945

Evening - Great thunderheads moving majestically thru the Southern sky – tops lit up by the sun, long below the horizon.

Later – at night (near midnight) vast storms in the S.W., S., & S.E. – intense dead heat – in backyard – constantly brilliant sheet lightning, overlapping in fitful waves; very little thunder.

In bed, - the lightning increases in brilliance, almost continuous – the wind rises; the poplar tree outside my window, a writhing tortured black many fingered mass, with vivid lightning curling around it – (trees – crazy black shapes outlined with phosphorescent yellow and emerald, against the vivid white).

I felt all the thrill of 1915.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 29, 1945