thunder - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Sydney's cries were lost beneath the thunder that rolled overhead. The sky was so low that even outside on the hills she was claustrophobic. If she didn't find Cindy soon even her scent would be washed away by the oncoming squall. She would be wet, cold and frightened, even the night was encroaching quickly, adding to the gloom. She called out again, shrill but loud, anything to pierce the thick air. She ran on and called again, her words clipped by another oppressive boom. After several long seconds of silence she head a cry, it was a way off that much she could tell and coming from closer to the cliff.
The thunder was as good a free trip to the spa. It was a ticket from the slog of the fields to a comfy armchair by the hearth. With every cracking boom his crooked smile became a little wider. By the time he reached the cottage his characteristic grim slash was a boyish smile. After a wash and a change of clothes he stoked the flames and drank in the aroma of his lunch being fixed, guilt free relaxation, dulcet tones from the radio and his dog by his feet. The only thing that could make it better was the drumming of rain on the slate roof, better than a shot of valium but no rival for the amber drink in his hand.
The vicar dismounted his horse and looked to the charcoal sky. Then he heard it, like a negative reflection of his own church bells pealing in the distant hills, the thunder rolled across the malevolent sky. The untamed power reverberated and echoed across the green landscape. Without waiting for the coming storm to break he hurried his steed to the stables.
The thunder seamed to crack the air, as if the very heavens might split apart. It rolled like the ash could of a volcano, becoming a rolling booming rumble. It declared to all the raw power of nature and gave fair warning of the wrath that was to come.
The thunder rolled overhead like the fury of the gods. It tumbled toward them through the darkened clouds, spreading out into the night, hailing the promise of rain to the land below.
Thunder came like the prelude to a great song, impetuous rumbling permeating the air every bit as much as the sudden rain. At first it was a crack, violent to the ears, but after came a rolling sound that dissipated into the surrounding hills.
Trina ducked with each thunderous boom. She knew it was silly but she couldn't help it. It was just the same as when her kid brother flicked a towel in her face and laughed every time she blinked. It sounded like a mountainous rock was about to roll her flat. Maybe if it was the sound alone she'd adjust, but the cold rain and flashing forks kept her stuck in adrenaline mode.
Thunder cried out from the blackened sky, the clouds invisible above. Troy shuddered, his teeth grinding in anticipation. A boom like that meant the heavens were about to let down a deluge and he had nowhere to hide.