Louis could never shake the suspicion that some people, whether consciously or not, called the storm to themselves.

In the great tornado of life, things sometimes seem out of control, and we can’t see where we are going. But sometimes, when the storm passes and the dust settles, things have landed into place...

We seldom question the purpose of life when our world is sunny and bright. This question tends to hide itself during pleasant sailing, only rearing its face during the deepest and darkest travails, when the...

We could receive a storm surge of three to five feet.

The minister paused in his narrative. At that moment there came a tremendous blast of wind which shook the windows of the manse, and burst open the hall door, and caused the candles to flicker...

There’s always another storm. It’s the way the world works. Snowstorms, rainstorms, windstorms, sandstorms, and firestorms. Some are fierce and others are small. You have to deal with each one separately, but you need to...

My storm is my own…Enter if you dare. However, bear in mind that the tempest of desire is fraught with unpredictability from the highest peaks to the depths of the abyss. Do not expect a...

beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously — racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in the frost or among the golden wattles, galloping, galloping in the spring sun....

The greatest storms on our Earth break not in nature but in our minds!

Sometimes God let us experience the storm so people who give us importance could calm us down.

The people who couldn’t get out of New Orleans to escape the storm were predominantly Black.

If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm.

Ladies and gentlemen, I wish I had better news for you but we are facing a storm that most of us have feared. This is a threat that we’ve never faced before.

In the age of technology there is constant access to vast amounts of information. The basket overflows; people get overwhelmed; the eye of the storm is not so much what goes on in the world,...

See, that’s just it. I don’t always love Jack Storm. But with all my heart I love Jack Loren.

He was a breath of fresh air after the heart wrenching storm that had engulfed me.

I like things that make you grit your teeth. I like tucking my chin in and sort of leading into the storm. I like that feeling. I like it a lot.

The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.

It was the kind of storm that suggests the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic.

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Offering thanks and singing praises to God, compels the Lord to act in our behalf, to either calm the storm to a whisper, or to give us the strength to endure the storm. Whichever He...

The storm is coming whether you’re aware of it or not, and whether you’re prepared for it or not. Thank God you have a man like me in your life, a man with a variety...

Time to make herself scarce because, hell, she didn’t want to pass that thunderhead on her way out.

Friends are like the stars that glow in the sky… you don’t always see them, but you know they’re always there overhead, and even when it’s cloudy, snowy or stormy, even when the power goes...

You can dance in the storm. Don’t wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. You can can do it now. Wherever you are, right now, you can start,...

My pain builds like storm clouds―massive, dark, and heavy with teardrops. Moisture falls torrential as if my world is a violent, eternal downpour; however, at long last the source runs dry and the bitter storm...

He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running.He closed his eyes. (“Hunger”)

Even in the midst of the storm the sun is still shining.

The wind crooned softly as it dusted the snow against the windows, wrapping them in a thick and fluffy cotton blanket.

It’s not a bad lesson to learn in the bleaker months: how you view a storm is a question of perspective; provided you find the right rock to watch it from, it could be the...

When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust

Mandy loved the smell of a sunny day after a night of rain. The sun hit the orange puddles, the overgrown, soft, green grass on her lawn, and it beamed down through the orange steel...

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

Love is a thunderstorm, and I am the desert.

He continued to move forward, skirting a pocket of radiation that had not died in the four years since last he had come this way.They came upon a place where the sands were fused into...

A cold wind raced across the surrounding fields of wild grass, turning the land into a heaving dark-green ocean. It sighed up through the branches of cherry trees and rattled the thick leaves. Sometimes a...

It stood calm against the suburban storm raging around it. The thunder screamed across the sky; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil that flew towards the south.

Joy weathers any storm: Happiness rides the waves.

I always keep the weather in my pocket, so no matter where I go, I always have something to talk about. Sudden thunderstorms embarrass me.

Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It’s fine, it’s not, it’s suddenly hot: Boom, crash, lightning flash!

Lirralei was a girl of storm–winds and thorns, the musk of the wild rose and the flight of the falcon.

Don’t look at the present storm, but look to the Son coming.

Learn to dance in the storm so when life hands you a stormy weather, you just glide through it

How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death–a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire–and tomorrow’s sun, rising and warming...