I'll lose my guess if this storm isn't bad enough.

We're going to have heavy wind first, then lightning and thunder, then the rain.

Let's stay out as long as we can." The tips of the cottonwoods and the oaks waved to the east, and the rings of aspens along the terraces twinkled their myriad of bright faces in fleet and glancing gleam.

A low roar rose from the leaves of the forest, and the spruces swished in the rising wind.

It came in gusts, with light breezes between.