The rain rattled in the sounding sheaves and then came flooding down the steep gutters.

Above us beam and rafter creaked, swaying, and showing glimpses of the dark sky.

The rain passed--we could hear the last battalion leaving the field--and then the tumult ended as suddenly as it began.

The corn trembled a few moments and hushed to a faint whisper.
Then we could hear only the drip of raindrops leaking through the green roof.

It was dark under the corn..