Chapter 9 - I Never Really Knew Thee
It was stormy outside. black as night despite only being 3pm. rain, as it often did on this planet, battered against the side of the tower. there was a crack of thunder and suddenly outside the window there was a figure staring in at them.
Rayne
He tapped it to respond and the face of an old friend appeared; the grey fur and stormy blue eyes he had known for years.
A Fateful Meeting
It was a dark and stormy night; the sky flashed as lightning appeared casting the buildings in a blinding hue of white.
Tora- A Psychics' New Home
She would occasionally let her mind wonder back to the days of spending stormy nights with her family. her mother would always sing that song to calm her and her siblings down when they were scared.
The sword of the forest
I read it aloud- "hello, there stormy. you do not know me, but i know you. we have been monitoring you for about three months, as you can see. you have felt a direct side effect of it, repeating dreams foretelling the future.
New Places and New Faces, Chapter 2
Most people hate it in the stormy weather but it always makes me happy because both my favorite elements work together.
The Governor and Her Shadow Chapter Three
Was marcus's calm and gentle demeanor merely the surface of a more complex, perhaps stormy nature?
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IV Chapter 13
Her life was nothing else than a dark sea on a stormy night, with her being the wildly tossed ship. the roars of thunder like the taunts and cries of her enemies and every creature that was scarred by her evil deeds.
Beneath the Sea of Stars
So, it seemed like a great idea to mix the two, and on a stormy december night in 2004 that's exactly what i did.
Lost in the Storm
I stepped closer to the edge of that precipice, but my courage wavered as i beheld the endless stormy ocean laid out before me.
The Grinning Blade
He moved with ease and precision, a sort of dexterity the raccoon had never seen before, even in the near-blackness of the stormy forest. "hold still."
First Meeting, Again
His eyes were a deep stormy gray, like the ocean after a winters night, and thoughtful, with a glint of mystery. today he was attired in deep gray jeans and a torn white shirt, a dark jacket thrown over it like a final thought.