Storm Clouds Rolling In Novels & Stories

But it wasn't over, the cloud above us started to crack as thunder and lightning ripped through the skies. “There’s a storm coming, we are fucked” Akira declared. And indeed we were.

“We finish this. Together.” And above them, the storm rolled in.

KELLEN The creatures stalked towards me and I cast my eyes to the sky, sending out a prayer that I hoped would reach the ears of the gods and they would favor me. In the distance, I saw a mass of darkness, a shelf cloud that was rolling in from the north and heading our way. My shallow breaths halted as I registered the ominous doomsday storm approaching. The screech of the creatures brought me tumbling back to the now and, again, for the umpteenth time I raised my sword and planted my feet, readying for the attack.

The skies over Mumbai rumbled ominously as dark clouds rolled in, casting a shadow over the bustling city. The streets were chaotic yet alive, with honking cars, street vendors shouting their wares, and umbrellas bobbing up and down in a sea of humanity. The first drops of rain began to fall, tentative at first, before the heavens opened in a relentless downpour.

Vamir knocked on the door, and I allowed them to come back. "Sorry, Storm," he said, looking up at Sary. We are waiting to get some news," he said, opening a chair for Sarula to sit on. It was weird that he had never been this attentive to anyone, but then, we were under different circumstances, and maybe a little courtesy was called for. The wait was killing everyone in the room. "So, how do you want something to eat?" I said, and Storm shook his head. "I can't eat..." she said in a gloomy voice.

Thunderous stygian flocculent clouds shadowed the vast expanse of the sky, locking in the gleam of nature's eternal daylight completely, blending the surrounding blue with pastels of grey and lavender. Cool breeze escalated resulting into a destructive storm lingering over the sky of svamgarh. Saanvi peeled her gaze from the window, stressed and a little worried if something unpleasant might happen or rather going out at this hour would be safe?

As we drew closer to the storm, the air grew thick with electricity, and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. The sky was a deep, foreboding grey, with clouds that seemed to swirl and twist in every direction. Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder boomed through the air, making me jump. Ryker pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me like a shield. "Don't worry, I've got you," he signed, his eyes locked on mine.

The library window trembles against the approaching storm, a faint vibration I feel through the cushioned window seat. I curl my legs closer to my chest, one arm wrapped around them while my other hand absently traces the intricate patterns on the velvet upholstery. My eyes are fixed on the darkening sky beyond the glass, watching angry clouds gather on the horizon. There’s a storm coming. A big one.

Gray clouds rolled in; a storm was brewing. The overcast skies and slight breeze caused a slight chill in the air. The steam from her coffee mug billowed into the air as she held it in her hands. “Storm’s coming. Should be a good one. It’s beautiful watching the clouds roll over the mountains, listening to the rain hitting the leaves, smelling the fresh rain. It’s a sight to see…” Jack stared off into the distance.