Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

veered to S.W. Clouds breaking. The air is cleared. It is fresh but has no coolness. The whole earth is soft & muddy. Every miniature valley in the alleys has its sand-bars. Trees soft & hazy. Sun comes forth & is dazzling white. Towards noon a heavy shower comes. Biologists, I think have proven that each raindrop is hollow. I doubt not but that the quality of air in rain varies. These raindrops amounted to tiny bubbles as they were whitish and easily affected by the breeze. Whirled in crisscross fashion they appeared like snow-shower. It