He was aware of that emotion, and he was thankful too that an Infinite Hand had been stretched out to save him in his moment of direst peril.
He came out of his cataleptic state, which was both a mental and physical effect, and stood up.

The air was still dim with heavy clouds and the wind continuously whistled its anger.

He noticed for the first time that it was raining, but it was a trifle to him, as he had already been thoroughly soaked by the sea.
The sea itself was as wild as ever.

Wave after wave roared upon the land to break there, and then rush back in masses of foam.

As far as Robert could see the surface of the water, lashed by the storm, was wild and desolate to the last degree.