Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

from the southwest the latter being from the north-west. Not quite so furious and dashing it lasted longer. I went to my window and watched it. In the south the sky was yet light and the pouring rain showed us black streaks against it. The pink lightning, as it flashed thru the air, made the rain-drops sparkle prettily. Gradually the whole sky became a sombre gray; the air misty with dashing rain; great clouds of spray came up from roofs like steam; the rain beating on the ground the plants trees, and roofs sent up a sort of subdued soothing roar; and occasionally sharp thunder was heard.

     Finally, the air became lighter and the rain slacked up, thunder still, roared distantly,almost continuously. I was delighted to see some raindrops gliding along on some slanting telephone wires, a gay procession of diamonds. Every plant, bush and tree dripped stickily of rain. Presently rain commenced again softly.