Thursday, July 24, 2014

Dark cloud in the west.

July 24.

The last four or five days it has been very hot and [we] have been threatened with thunder-showers every afternoon, which interfered with my long walk, though we had not much. 

Now, at 2 p. m., I hear again the loud thunder and see the dark cloud in the west. 


Some small and nearer clouds are floating past, white against the dark-blue distant one.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 24, 1854

I hear again the loud thunder and see the dark cloud in the west. See July 20, 1854 ("A muttering thunder-cloud in northwest gradually rising and with its advanced guard hiding in the sun and now and then darting forked lightning."); July 23, 1854 ("See a thunder-cloud coming up in northwest . . . At length the sun is obscured by its advance guard, but, as so often, the rain comes, leaving thunder and lightning behind.")

Small and nearer clouds are floating past, white against the dark-blue distant one. See July 19, 1851("The wind rises more and more. The river and the pond are blacker than the threatening cloud in the south. The thunder mutters in the distance. The surface of the water is slightly rippled. ... The woods roar. Small white clouds [hurry] across the dark-blue ground of the storm . . .") see also November 12, 1852 (“From Fair Haven Hill, I see a very distant, long, low dark-blue cloud in the northwest horizon beyond the mountains, and against this I see, apparently, a narrow white cloud resting on every mountain and conforming exactly to its outline.”)


July 24.
See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 24

Dark cloud in the west.
Small and nearer clouds float past –
white against dark-blue.

A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.” 
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2024

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