“Mount Elgon brooded over the town and the trees, rising to an undefined height, its profile
buried in an anvil thunderhead, bathed in golden light. An edge of the mountain razored
diagonally upward into the cloud. A silent flash traveled around the mountain followed by another
flash—chain lightning, but no thunder reached the town. The air was cold, heavy, wet, and filled
with the sound of crickets” (387).