Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

bird hummed over the flowers outside the arbor. Presently the sun went in suddenly and a cool breeze started to blow, followed by a clattering of thunder. A few drops began to fall and all at once it began to pour down. With much scurrying I fled to the house. Ephie, who had been sitting in the hammock seized it and ran. The wind came then and in a few moments the air was whitened with dashing rain; trees, bent by the wind became dim. Then suddenly, in the west appeared a yellow light; and after a final roar of rain louder than all the rest, it suddenly stopped and the sun came out. Thunder rumbled distantly it was all over. I was upstairs where I had retreated to write. I put my windows up and felt a cool delicious breeze.

The sky was wild. Clouds seemed to be undecided as to where to go. The second storm was on us before we knew it. It came from entirely different direction, the first being