The thicket was alive with life, which mimicked the wild things of the woods.
Then came a sound which drowned all others.

From the inky sky descended a jagged line of light, and in the same second the crash of the thunder broke.

Never have I seen such a storm.

Down in the Tidewater we had thunderstorms in plenty during the summer-time, but they growled and passed and scarce ruffled the even blue of the sky.

But here it looked as if we had found the home of the lightnings, where all the thunderbolts were forged.