The only shade was in the house. There were no leaves on the willows or plum thickets. Plum creek dried up (....)
In the northwest sky there was a cloud. It was small in the enormous, brassy sky. But it was a cloud, and it makes a streak of shade on the prairie. The shadow seemed to move, but perhaps that was only the heat waves. No it really was coming nearer (….)
“Its too far away, girls” Ma said. I ‘m afraid it won’t get to us. “But, anyway, the air’s cooler”.
The little house on the banks of Plump creek. L. Ingalls Wilder