Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

of a storm raging somewhere else. I have never heard a satisfactory explanation of it.(HT)The wind increased and tho it seemed from the S.W., the clouds in the north advanced this way, impelled perhaps by a greater current. Soon sweeping clouds of dust went up the street & every moment dimmed the lights in a haze of dust. Overhead were big white clouds. Rain comes – spitting, hesitant – soon ceases.(HT)The new stationary street electric lights are an Improvement but they have not the poetry of the old-fashioned