Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Aug. 22, 1913

 Morning dawned with rain. Sky was covered with big loose misty windblown clouds, a characteristic of late August and early September. This was a mushroomy morning. Once the sun attempted to come forth but the clouds only scowled the more darkly than ever. By noon they had commenced ever so slightly to become more compact looking and were carried swiftly along by a stiff rainy wind. Trees waving with fluttering leaves before a misty sky held a special beauty.

John had told me to bring the office mail down on my way to work at noon, but I forgot it so I had to walk back up-town. I had just got back, when a mighty rain came. It was almost equal to a cloudburst. The air was literally full of falling water. In a few moments the street was full of running water, which was oddly speckled with splashings,where the rain-