Monday, August 8, 2016

Lightning is become a drug.

August 8, 2016
August 8

Rain, lightning, and thunder all day long in torrents. The ground was already saturated on the night of the 5th, and now it fills all gutters and low grounds. No sooner has one thunder-shower swept over and the sky begun to light up a little, than another darkens the west. 

We were told that lightning clears the air and so clears itself, but now we lose our faith in that theory, for we have thunder after thunder-shower and lightning is become a drug. Nature finds it just as easy to lighten the last time as at first, and we cannot believe that the air was so very impure.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, August 8, 1856

Rain, lightning, and thunder all day long in torrents.
See August 6, 1856 ("Copious and continuous rain in the night, deluging, soaking rain, with thunder and lightning, beating down the crops."); August 9, 1856 (" Few, if any, can remember such a succession of thunder-storms merged into one long thunder-storm, lasting almost continuously (the storm does) two nights and two days"); See also June 27,1852 ("All the phenomena of nature need be seen from the point of view of wonder and awe, like lightning; and, on the other hand, the lightning itself needs to be regarded with serenity, as the most familiar and innocent phenomena are.") and 
A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, Lightning

August 8. See A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, August 8

Lightning and thunder, 
rain all day long in torrents – 
saturated ground.

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 © 2009-2026

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