I had a dream last night that filled me with joy. I was out in the country – the countryside that belongs to my boyhood, though it was so transfigured in my dream that I know I never saw it. A rain storm was coming up. [Through] a wide low valley between two long flat rises of ground ran a winding stream; as I watched the ragged clouds dipped down suddenly to the creek, and collapsed in great torrents – I thought I am actually seeing a cloud burst. Great scattering drops of rain pounded the ground around me, lit up by a strong gleam of sunshine.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 11, 1929