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...

Ithink that theworld should be full of cats and full of rain, that’s all, justcats andrain, rain and cats, very nice, goodnight.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some...

Lightening flashed again and again but above the shriek of the wind and the pounding hail they never heard the thunder.

Without a musket to raise, a barricade to storm, a flag to wave, the question hit me in the face like the cold air: ‘Who am I?’

The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish….

Lodged”The rain to the wind said,’You push and I’ll pelt.’They so smote the garden bed.That the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged — though not dead.I know how the flowers felt.

Some people will still find a way to create a fire with wet logs.

When a hurricane thrashes the mid-Atlantic, my hilly town often reaps the fringe of the storm. The rain starts blowing sideways, and sometimes we see hail the size of purie marbles.

This is Simba,” Nicole said, pointing to the lion. “Is he dangerous?” Asked Chase.”Not really. He mauled a trainer, but nothing much.

sleeping in the rain helps me forget things like I am going todie and you are going to die and the cats are going to diebut it’s still good to stretch out and know you...

I’m not trying to take New York by storm. I just want to sneak in there, keep my head down, batten down the hatches and cook.

That either makes you terrified of them or indifferent to them.

Respect is something that should be earned, like eyebrows shaped like windshield wipers in a stormy arcade evening. I like my respect with lots of elbow room and melted cheese on top.

…unquestioning automatonsblindly marching to the beat -an eerie crunching soundhoards of shuffling feet…(from silent moments)

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.

Expect while reaching for the stars, people to whirl by with their dark clouds and storm upon you.

Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.

At that instant a dazzling claw of lightning streaked down the length of the sky. The hedge and the distant trees seemed to leap forward in the brilliance of the flash. Immediately upon it came...

It takes a real storm in the average person’s life to make him realize how much worrying he has done over the squalls.

…a woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud.

Only one thing that you can see and hear that is beautiful and frightening at the same time, and that is a thunder storm.

The looming storm broke in the end. And it is the storm I will remember, the sound of the downpour splattering over the steps of the Tuileries, the dark sky and the pink lightning. I...

You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?

White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps...

Malone had been raised by a lady both Irish and Catholic, in a good bourgeois home in which careless table manners were a sin, much less this storm in his heart.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

Meteorologist see perfect in strange things, and the meshing of three completely independent weather systems to form a hundred-year event is one of them. My God, thought Case, this is the perfect storm.

I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting...

The sea stood up before him, foaming, torn by lightning bolts, opening terrifying mouths that gobbled up the dense, hard black rains unleashed by the sky like hate.

The rain set early in tonight,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its best to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in Porphyria; straightShe shut...