“In the meantime the groans changed into the protracted, thunderous roar by which all living creatures are struck with terror, and the nerves of people, who do not know what fear is, shake, just as the window-panes rattle from distant cannonading.”
“Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.”
“...the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...”
“Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes...”
“Lightning struck, the sky roared, and the night cried a giant's tears, thunderous and inconsolable.”
“Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves.”