It seemed to rush upon the bungalow in a new fury, beating at the door, crashing over their heads in thunder, daring them to come out.

Kent reached up and turned out the hall light.
In darkness he opened the door.

Rain and wind swept in.

With his free hand he groped out, found Marette, drew her after him, and closed the door again.

Entering from the lighted hall into the storm was like being swallowed in a pit of blackness.