The atmosphere was painfully oppressive.

Again a white streak ran like a corkscrew over the clouds, and a louder peal resounded.

The storm was drawing nearer.
"Come from the window, Winona.

It's not safe!" Garnet was terribly afraid of thunder.

The electricity in the air has a powerful effect upon some temperaments, and at the first sound of heaven's artillery she was crouching beside her bed, with her head buried in the pillow.
"Don't be a silly ostrich!" retorted her chum.