A heavy shower passed over him; distant lightning played faintly against the fronts of the dumb houses with the shuttered shops all along the Rue de Carouge; and now and then, after the faint flash, there was a faint, sleepy rumble; but the main forces of the thunderstorm
remained massed down the Rhone valley as if loath to attack the respectable and passionless abode of democratic liberty, the serious-minded town of dreary hotels, tendering the same indifferent, hospitality to tourists of all nations and to international conspirators of every shade.
A flash of lightning startled the gentlemen when they went to the window to look out: the thunderstorm
As I did so the shafts of the sun smote through the thunderstorm
. The grey downpour was swept aside and vanished like the trailing garments of a ghost.
At these words a murmur of amazement escaped from a thousand panting chests; then succeeded a moment of perfect silence, resembling that profound stillness which precedes the bursting of a thunderstorm
. In point of fact, a thunderstorm
did peal forth, but it was the thunder of applause, or cries, and of uproar which made the very hall tremble.
He had become enigmatical and touching, in virtue of that mysterious cause that had driven him through the night and through the thunderstorm
to the shelter of the schooner's cuddy.
All this, and more, in his hurry, and in hers, in the whirl of her own gratified malice, in the dread of being discovered, in the rapidly increasing noise of heavy rain among the leaves, and a thunderstorm
rolling up - Mrs.
I call it relief, though it was only the relief that a snap brings to a strain or the burst of a thunderstorm
to a day of suffocation.
As soon as Nicholas entered, he was enfolded in that poetic atmosphere of love which pervaded the Rostov household that winter and, now after Dolokhov's proposal and Iogel's ball, seemed to have grown thicker round Sonya and Natasha as the air does before a thunderstorm
. Sonya and Natasha, in the light-blue dresses they had worn at the theater, looking pretty and conscious of it, were standing by the clavichord, happy and smiling.
I looked up at the clear, calm sky, and wondered if a thunderstorm
'Which reminds me--' the White Queen said, looking down and nervously clasping and unclasping her hands, 'we had SUCH a thunderstorm
last Tuesday--I mean one of the last set of Tuesdays, you know.'
Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm
of war had now rolled southward, and did not again burst upon Massachusetts, where its first fury had been felt.