When the birds flew for shelter, Dannie and Jimmy unhitched their horses, and raced for the stables to escape the storm, and to be with Mary, whom electricity made nervous.
They would sit on the little front porch, and watch the greedy earth drink the downpour.

They could almost see the grass and flowers grow.
When the clouds scattered, the thunder grew fainter; and the sun shone again between light sprinkles of rain.

Then a great, glittering rainbow set its arch in the sky, and it planted one of its feet in Horseshoe Bend, and the other so far away they could not even guess where.
If it rained lightly, in a little while Dannie and Jimmy could go back to their work afield.

If the downpour was heavy, and made plowing impossible, they pulled weeds, and hoed in the garden.

Dannie discoursed on the wholesome freshness of the earth, and Jimmy ever waited a chance to twist his words, and ring in a laugh on him.