But he could see before him the mournful forest, where so many good men had fallen, and, turned red in the gleam of the lightning, it was more terrifying than it had been in the mere black of the night.

The wind, too, was now blowing, and the forest gave forth what Dick's ears turned into a long despairing wail.
"She's about to bust," said the lantern bearer, looking up at the menacing sky.

"Jim, you'll have to take your wettin' as it comes." A moment later the storm burst in fact.

The rain rushed down on them, soaking them through in an instant, but Dick, so far from caring, liked it.

It cooled his heated body and brain, and he knew that it was more likely to help than hurt the wounded who yet lay on the ground.
The lightning ceased before the sweep of the rain, but the lantern was well protected by its glass cover, and they still searched.