As soon as the sun appeared in a clear strip of sky beneath the clouds, the wind fell, as if it dared not spoil the beauty of the summer morning after the storm; drops still continued to fall, but vertically now, and all was still.
He'd probably storm out and leave her.
After receiving their thanks, he took off at a jog, anxious, he said, to catch a few more post-storm shots as the sun emerged.
The world outside her was calm, but the storm within her brewed.
The dust storm might work in their favor, but it would only increase their discomfort.
She had been told of a terrible storm at sea, in which several lives were lost, and she asked, "Why did not God save the people if He can do all things?"
It would seem that Helen had learned and treasured the memory of this expression of the poet, and this morning in the snow-storm had found its application.
Water streamed through the gutters, and those cars out in the storm crawled block-to-block.
He looked at his watch, satisfied to see it was past dawn despite the storm-blackened sky.
She froze at the sight straight out of her vision—the little boy, Cody, spread-eagled in the street near the storm drain.
You're a storm trooper pig!
The storm was so bad and there was no warning light.
The storm kicked up dust behind them, but they managed to beat it to the corral.
I could see another storm cloud looming on the horizon.
No one's going to storm in here and arrest you are they?
He took in the various scenes, to include the local news, which blasted photos of the black skies and mounting waves of the tropical-storm-turned-hurricane.
The storm roared in through the ceiling, hail and water pelting her body while thunder deafened her.
"Blow it up?" she shouted above the storm, careening into him as he maneuvered around a fallen table.
The lingering rage at being so unceremoniously busted, and by a snippy woman storm trooper to boot, was only now beginning to melt away in the peace of his quarters.
"Nothing like a good storm to wake you up," the old man observed as he maneuvered around a tight switchback.
Grabbing a camera, he hopped out into the fury of the storm, "for a few quick lightning shots."
No other vehicles were encountered—the storm apparently frightened away the more faint-at-heart tourists.
The storm was long since over and there was bright, joyous sunshine on Natasha's face as she gazed tenderly at her husband and child.
It's hard to tell exactly what happened, because the storm covered any tracks.
Donning a heavy coat and some rubber boots that she found in the entry closet, she battled the storm to the shed.
She turned to go back to the house and realized she wouldn't be able to make it before the storm caught up with her.
A snow storm cancelled our return flight Sunday.
I feel more like a ship's sailor in a storm, with shredded sails with someone handing me a needle and thread.
Oh, and the tropical storm will become a hurricane late Saturday night.
No one else would attempt to catch rays with the clouded sky and massive storm clouds in the distance!
The Black God pointed to the storm in the middle of the ocean.
I had been on a man-of-war before, in Boston, and it interested me to see, on this Viking ship, how the seaman was once all in all--how he sailed and took storm and calm alike with undaunted heart, and gave chase to whosoever reechoed his cry, "We are of the sea!" and fought with brains and sinews, self-reliant, self-sufficient, instead of being thrust into the background by unintelligent machinery, as Jack is to-day.
He had steered through many a storm with firm hand and sea-wise eye.
Often in a snow-storm, even by day, one will come out upon a well-known road and yet find it impossible to tell which way leads to the village.
The change from storm and winter to serene and mild weather, from dark and sluggish hours to bright and elastic ones, is a memorable crisis which all things proclaim.
"God be thanked," thought the overseer, "the storm has blown over!"
His hearers expected a story of how beside himself and all aflame with excitement, he had flown like a storm at the square, cut his way in, slashed right and left, how his saber had tasted flesh and he had fallen exhausted, and so on.
Somewhere a storm was gathering, but only a small cloud had scattered some raindrops lightly, sprinkling the road and the sappy leaves.
On the twelfth of July, on the eve of that action, there was a heavy storm of rain and hail.
Fury was on the Black God's face as he stared down the storm, ignoring the gale tearing at his clothing.
The storm beating against the windows had shut down the power; the hall was lit by candles and makeshift torches.
Coldness, then the sound of the storm beating the building around him.