Do You Know Who Wrote This

It was one of these regular summer

storms.  It would get so dark that it looked all blue-black outside, and

lovely; and the rain would thrash along by so thick that the trees off a

little ways looked dim and spider-webby; and here would come a blast of

wind that would bend the trees down and turn up the pale underside of the

leaves; and then a perfect ripper of a gust would follow along and set

the branches to tossing their arms as if they was just wild; and next,

when it was just about the bluest and blackest–FST! it was as bright as

glory, and you’d have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about away

off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see

before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you’d hear the thunder let

go with an awful crash, and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling, down

the sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels

down stairs–where it’s long stairs and they bounce a good deal, you

know.

………Do you know who? It was Mark Twain and he wrote it more than a hundred years ago.  It’s an excerpt from The Advertures of Huckelberry Finn.