September In July

Behind a night of thunder and near constant jagged slashing of voltage in the millions— behind the awe-inspiring wonder at the weight of water mashing blades of grasses in the zillions and the flowers, leaf and stalk— behind the impulsive fury of Good Nature acting badly, (it was the subject of much talk!) came a dawn that any jury called upon would verdict gladly, with no shadow of a doubt, to be as clear and humid-free as any cool September day. Only Nature has the clout, good or bad whichever must be, to make Fall of a July day.