Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

from the northeast, a thing that rarely happens in our section. We scurried around upstairs and down at a greet rate putting all the windows on the east and north. After the long hot morning the cooling wind that came with the rain, felt fine. Down south, the sky was filled with rolling, white edged thunder-heads, that mad a wierd contrast to the lowering blackness of the clouds approaching them, the vanguard of the storm now raging over us.

Gradually the rain ceased to fall; the sun came forth brightly and Jim commenced to complain because the best part of a storm always missed us. But then a strange thing happened. While we were eating dinner, from out of the southwest exactly the opposite direction the first came from, another storm more furious than the other, burst. Again we must needs all rush around putting down the rest of the windows. After dinner I went out on the porch to watch it. If some -