[1894. A Thunderstorm.] ... What a summer! It rains and blows and thunders - there was a thunderstorm the other day, the very wickedest thing I ever saw, The sky cracked like a shivered looking-glass and the thunder was no longer thunder, which is a lovely word, and sounds like the sonorous rumble that thunder should be, but this snarled - no other than snarled. It was a wicked storm - and the roads ran thick white like devil's milk. ...