Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

music in the roaring sound of the rain approaching ever growing louder like a wind penetrating a woods, until finally the air is streaked with great snowy drops and then that sudden cessation of sound as it passes on, it is like the coming & passing shadows on a windy half-cloudy day.At the height of such a shower, the sun, at the meridian came out - what a miracle. It was like some masterpiece of music when there is a general softness of tone and all at once every instru­ment blares forth in an ecstacy of