Thoreau writes in his journal:
A succession of moderate thunder and lightning storms from the west, two or three, an hour apart.
Saw some devil’s-needles (the first) about the 25th.
I took refuge from the thunder-shower this afternoon by running for a high pile of wood near Second Division, and while it was raining, I stuck three stout cat-sticks into the pile, higher than my head, each a little lower than the other, and piled large flattish wood on them and tossed on dead pine-tops, making a little shed, under which I stood dry.