First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing exultation, causing stalks to lie flat against the ground while the tougher branches of shrubs held themselves up and shrieked their defiance in the gusts. Then the first drops, cold and heavy, would plummet from the sky and burst on the ground. Jonathan Renshaw
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The quote by John Steinbeck captures the life of a migrant worker in the Great Depression who finally makes it to California. But, before he can enjoy his new life, he must be prepared for the weather.

Source: Dawn Of Wonder

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