|[May. 26th, 2006|09:09 pm]
Afternoon had been dark for hours- so dark that the crickets began chirping at four o'clock. Inky clouds scudded rapidly, though at ground level the air was eerily still for along time. About six o'clock I heard the distant rumble, and within minutes, the rain began. The thunder grew louder and the flashes of lightning nearer and more frequent, until the sky was almost constantly alight and the rumbling unceasing. The windows rattled and the dark rooms flickered with light, while a downpour overflowed the rain gutters and cascaded into the flower beds, crushing the sourgrass and bending the camellia branches ground-ward. It was all quite splendid.
The storm lasted no more than half an hour and, before dusk fell, the birds who had scattered at the first drops returned to peck for a while at the softened lawns. No sunset could be seen, but the clouds are now breaking up, their tattered edges revealing pale evening sky that fills great rents in the vaporous darkness. It has grown quite chilly. Too bad the night will be moonless. The disintegrating clouds would be an enjoyable sight by moonlight.