I tell her she must not eat that very bad storm-apple.

But Missy Queenie no listen.

Her take her own way, then storm come down upon us." And Felix's Shadow, in his own tongue, exclaimed more than once in the self-same tone, half terror, half expostulation, "See now what comes from breaking taboo?
You eat the storm-fruit.

The storm-fruit suits ill with the King of the Rain and the Queen of the Clouds.

The heavens have broken loose.