Charles E. Burchfield, Journals , November 25, 1919

This morning at first light some indefinite color began to show in the southeast; first it flared into brick red, then a rich fiery saffron which rushed up to the zenith, turned crimson and sent an awesome red glow down thru the sky light -

Looking out of a west window I saw a piece of rainbow low in the north sky; it was like a vision for there was no rain; it grew & grew until it formed into a perfect arch in the north west; and now rain came pattering up the street; almost at the same moment the sun came up like molten metal; the wind moaned and the color vanished the day settled down suddenly to a dark soggy rain -

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 25, 1919