It sweeps down our little valley in angry howling gusts, and drives the heavy showers before it in great sheets of spray.
There are some people who find a strangely exciting effect produced on their spirits by the noise, and rush, and tumult of the elements on a stormy day.

It has never been so with me, and it is less so than ever now.

I can hardly bear to think of my son at sea in such a tempest as this.

While I can still get no news of his ship, morbid fancies beset me which I vainly try to shake off.

I see the trees through my window bending before the wind.