These opened the sluice of the heavens, and before I could call out I was drenched with rain.

Clinging to a bush, I saw the valley lashed with cloudy blasts, and a whirling mass of spiral darkness rushing like a giant toward me.

And the hissing and tossing and roaring mixed whatever was in sight together.
Such terror fell upon me at first that I could not look, and could scarcely think, but cowered beneath the blaze of lightning as a singed moth drops and shivers.

And a storm of wind struck me from my hold, so that I fell upon the wet earth.

Every moment I expected to be killed, for I never could be brave in a thunder-storm, and had not been told much in France of God's protection around me.