Accept the best I can offer--shelter from the hurricane.

I've seen many, but this looks to be the worst.

So it came sudden, eh?
Ha, ha!" The roar of wind and rain in the trees above seemed like a howl of confirmation.

Into the hovel crowded the dismayed pleasure-seekers, followed by the soldiers, who had made the horses fast at the first sign of the storm.
Down came the rain in torrents, whisked and driven, whirled and shot by the howling winds, split by the lightning and urged to greater glee by the deafening applause of the thunder.

Apple carts in the skies! Out in the dooryard the merry grandson of the Witch was dancing as if possessed by revelling devils..