Pretty soon it darkened up, and begun to thunder and lighten; so the birds
was right about it. Directly it begun to rain, and it rained like all fury,
too, and I never see the wind blow so. It was one of these regular summer storms.
It would get so dark that it looked all blue-black outside, and lovely; and
the rain would thrash along by so thick that the trees off a little ways looked
dim and spider-webby; and here would come a blast of wind that would bend the
trees down and turn up the pale under-side of the leaves; and then a perfect
ripper of a gust would follow along and set the branches to tossing their arms
as if they was just wild; and next, when it was justabout the bluest and blackest--fst!
it was as bright as glory, and you'd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging
about away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could
see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you'd hear the thunder let
go with an awful crash, and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling, down the
sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels down stairs--where
it's long stairs and they bounce a good deal, you know.
- Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
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