Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

and the sun barely shone enough to make shadows except of moving objects.

At evening the effect was quite different. Wild-looking clouds, driven by a capricious wind that blew first in one dir­ection and then another. When we came out from work lightning flashed, which was followed by a startling roar of thunder. No storm had as yet formed,we were seeing the formation of one which would probably come to a point at some distance east of us.  Far in the west the rose gold of the sky and clouds lit up by the sinking sun was greyed by dense streaks of falling rain.

After supper I sat on the front porch and watched the clouds. Never I believe did I see so many varieties of clouds as I did tonight. There were whispy fragments; long streaky ones; small roly poly round ones, and big ragged tearing clouds that blustered around like some dominating animal. It was interest-