Quotes About Storm

That night, the sky poured out such torrents that the city was a drum set, every surface a source of rhythms, pavements and windows and canvas awnings, street signs and parked cars, Dumpsters throbbing like tom-toms, garbage-can lids swishing as the wind swirled bursts of rain in imitation of a drummer brush-stroking the batter head of a snare.

But with the morning almost gone, with seven bodachs in the recreation room, with living boneyards stalking the storm, with Death opening the door to a luge chute and inviting me to go for a bobsled ride, I didn't have time to put on a victim suit and tell the woeful tale of my sorrowful childhood. Neither time nor the inclination

Eventually, the storm blew itself out, because it is in the character of these strange times that any outrage, regardless of its unprecedented dimensions and horror, is inevitably followed by another outrage more novel and more shocking still.

As the last of the debris fell behind her and the crash of thunder rolled away through the city, as she came to the east end of the park, the once-dark sky paled, abruptly glaucous, and cataracts of rain fell hard, fat droplets hissing through the trees and grass, snapping off the pavement, plinking the metal hoods on trash cans, carrying with them the faint bleachy odor of ozone, a form of oxygen created by lightning's alchemy.

By the time they arrived, the snow was coming down fast.... It's beautiful, she said, pausing outside the door. She thrust out her hands and let the snow land on her palms. Yes, yes... Reid seemed in a mighty big hurry to get her inside. How long did you say the storm would last? she asked, thinking it would be so beautiful. The snow -- not being trapped with Reid Jamison. Reid hesitated. Longer than either of us is going to like, he muttered, looking miserable. Jenna was afraid of that.

And sometimes a dust storm would stand off in the desert, towering so high it was like another city -- a terrifying new era approaching, blurring our dreams.

the downpour raked the asphalt and gurgled in the ruts.

The ladies were confined to the house by a storm of snow and sleet.

Twilight was coming on, and so was a storm. In the eerie light beneath the clouds, even the thoroughly modern houses along the road looked as ancient and as sinister as the weathered Pictish stone that stood a hundred feet away, guarding the crossroads it had marked for a thousand years. It seemed a good night to be inside with the shutters fastened.

Rain was roaring on the tin roof now, and lightning struck close by, blue-white and sharp with ozone. We rode it together, forked and light-blind, breathless, and the thunder rolled through our bones.

INCIPIENT THUNDER

I see thunderstorms around us now, but these are just baby storms," the psychic told her. "The mother storm is coming. When she arrives, her lightning will scorch the land, her thunder will deafen us, and her heavy rain will drown us all. The storm will last for three months and many will die. Those who escape will find no one to turn to—every friendly face will have perished.

The snow is snowing and the wind is blowing But I can weather the storm! What do I care how much it may storm? For I've got my love to keep me warm

When the storm clouds in the west Are quickly gathering The ponies they run wild there Before it rains You'll see their sleek dark bodies Brightly gleaming You know the fire is flying through Their brains...

Cold winds blow and thick ice forms, I conjure up this fairy storm. To seven corners of the human world the Rainbow Fairies will be hurled! I curse every part of Fairyland, with a frosty wave of my icy hand. For now and always, from this day, Fairyland will be cold and gray!

Thunder in the distance, like a crowd shouting in a foreign language.

She was back on the island. On Yamatai. A hellish storm raged all around her.

Why does that evening's memory Return with this night's storm - A party twenty years ago, Its disappointments warm? There are so many MIGHT-HAVE-BEENS WHAT-IFS that won't stay buried Other cities, other jobs Strangers we might have married And memory insists on pining For places it never went, As if life would be happier Just by being different

I saw the Cloud, though I did not foresee the Storm.

After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of this evening painting session I go bowling in one of the neighbouring villages, but not very often.

Our suspicions are being confirmed that Nashi will serve as a cover for storm brigades that will use violence against democratic organisations.

Wake in bed and know, because dreams are not true, that the sun will be shining and it will not storm today.

surrounded by candy and wrappers, as though a chocolate storm had hit.

thunder and lightning and our world is another place no day will ever be the same no blood untouched