Thoreau writes in his journal:
3 P.M.—Thermometer 58º and snow almost gone . . .
I walk over the moist Nawshawtuct hillside and see the green radical leaves of the buttercup, shepherd’s-purse (circular), sorrel, chickweed, cerastium, etc., revealed.
About 4 P.M. a smart shower, ushered in by thunder and succeeded by a brilliant rainbow and yellow light from under the dark cloud in the west . . .