Word: rains
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...night, and all the next day and night rain fell on the little mountains of western New England. It ran down the mountains in rivulets, into the brooks and small rivers, into the big Connecticut River, which is the boundary of Vermont and New Hampshire; into the Merrimac in New Hampshire; into the Hoosick River, which drops to the Hudson out of Vermont and Massachusetts; into Otter Creek, which flows northwest into Lake Champlain; into the Winooski, which tumbles through the Green Mountains for 60 miles...
North of New England, the Province of Quebec reported millions in flood destruction. The rain fell there for three days steadily. Railways and shipping were disorganized in the upper Hudson Valley...
...Lackan, County Mavo, Ireland, a Catholic priest, one Father Quinn, listening drowsily to his radio. The weather reports were coming in: ". . . rains over Holland . . . cold days marching southward through France. . . ." As he reached to turn off the loud speaker, its hoarse voice growled a terrible threat: "High wind and rain ... a hurricane . . . tempest will reach the west coast of Ireland tonight. . . ." Father Quinn thought of the fishermen who went out upon Galway Bay in wretched, unsubstantial tarred-canvas boats- the only boats they could afford. Hatless, he raced out of his house and down to the shore to give warning...
That night, the legends of the sea, so long tamed, so long unremembered except in the late talk at coast town barrooms, leapt up out of the racing mountains of the bay. A tremendous wind walked through the black towers of the rain, a hungry foam covered the teeth of the Irish rocks; all night long the clouds, like vague white tigers, galloped across wild hills. The next morning, under a bright sun and a wind still swift, the storm's damage was revealed. Sweeping westward through England, it had demolished houses in Lancashire; in Ireland cables had been...
Seventeen of the canvases relate the visual majesty of 17 Toledo industries. In them rude men ladle out molten metal, neat girls direct bottle-filling machinery, smoke stacks smoke, vast iron wheels whir, newspapers flutter on the city, crowds walk in the rain before the shops, fantastic masses of machinery move. Two additional canvases show Toledo of today?neat, smoking, moving; Toledo of the future?a high, angled sky line rivaling that of Manhattan. The represented industries...