Embers of Dawn: Chapter 30: The Road to Thornwell
“he apologizes like a thunderstorm.” colt gave a low whistle. “a thunderstorm that follows you home.” lyra chuckled, voice light. “at least we’ll have good company overhead.” axton looked skyward, still dazed by the lingering glow.
VTQ: A Legendary Delight
Taking in a deep breath, smelling the freshness and moisture in the air from the thunderstorm he created not too long ago.
Sheep and Wolf ch 06-08 (draft version)
A thunderstorm had started just before gary finished his meeting with a client who wanted to update the logo and look of her hair studio.
A Rainy Day
\>anna /feared/ thunderstorms. \>not disliked. \>feared. \>like a wounded animal fleeing a hunter, with nowhere left to go, limping, unable to resist their fate. \>and the second flash behind you didn't help at all.
Auramancer: The Beginning
In its wake, a sense of energy permeated the air with a feeling like the static electricity that comes before a thunderstorm. the girl, alert with caution and excitement, reached out to touch the box.
A Vulpine Airwave
They had sent him a text message saying that the three of them were on the way, and it's not like he could blame them running late, a thunderstorm had blown in pretty much the moment after he'd got their message.
The Ryan Story Part XIV
"thunderstorm!" cladden yelled and everyone got up and either moved towards the pavilion or towards athena who was pulling inhibitor out of her kit to hand out. unfortunately, they didn't remember ryan.
Chapter 2: My life with Skye
"remember the thunderstorm?" adam nodded. how can he forget the rain pouring against his window? the lightning flashing, the thunder booming but most of all... skye coming from the game to meet him. the person that created what she is now.
Rebirth
In fact there was a strange feeling filling the large room, it reminded him of the feeling of an oncoming thunderstorm. turning the mask around he looked inside of it.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 13
Ander realized with a grim fascination that both he and his father had carried vixens they loved through the same pass, both times right after a thunderstorm, no less. it was as if his own life was an echo of his father's. or maybe a continuation.
The Fire Without. (Part 2)
Sometimes they hide inside other sources of noise, like the whisper of passing traffic, the hum of electric fans or the roar of a thunderstorm. but they are never inside my head.
Sing In Me, Holy One, and Through Me
Bethany watched the thunderstorm from the front porch.