The Delicate Sound Of Thunder Novels & Stories

The rapid tapping of hurrying feet all over the high roads could be significantly heard over long distances, as many moved rapidly homewards. Continuous rumbling of thunder tore and shattered all over the surrounding atmosphere. The lightenings' zigzag lines filled the dark sky with brilliant flashes. It was but for a moment, and again, the thick darkness, seemingly thicker now, re- descended onto the surroundings slopes. In one of those flashes a beautiful meadow dominated by the pitch darkness, was revealed.

she screamed as she clutched at her ears and ushered her eyes shut, in order not to sense the storm and believe that she was lying warm in her bed, with her mother by her side singing her a lullaby. Water was hitting her face like bullets, huge raindrops and the loudness of them attacked the roofs and the ground like an orchestra of percussion. Rain became a steady torrent as the clouds above released their mad burden. Flashes of lightening looked like skeletal fingers of incandescence reaching down to stroke the Earth, then, thunder cracked and rumbled overhead; the sound was unsettling, like an exploding an atomic bomb every minute, like gunshots to her ears, leaving them ringing in fear.

The mournful cry of a lonely fox echoed through the vault-still silence of the trees. A huffing wind rose then, stirring the flaps of their tent. A tinkling sound came to the ears as the first pearls of rain dropped onto the leaves. The sound was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear. A sheet of rain passed over them, and the sound intensified. The noise in the tent was like the phut-phut-phut that ripened nuts make when they hit the ground. It wasn't the soft, saturated, swollen drops of spring we were hearing; it was like ball bearings were hitting the canvas roof with force. They could also hear an occasional ker-plunking sound. The rainwater caused it to gather

I shivered under her touch, feeling the impossible weight of her strength. The air shifted violently. A crack split across the sky above us, silver light blinding, stretching, fracturing. The Moon screamed, a sound that was not wind, not storm, not thunder, but an actual, living roar. It reverberated through the chamber, through the land, through the very bones of every living creature.

GARRR! A large crackling thunder appeared in the night sky. The purple hue it gave lighted up the dark. GARRRR! Thunder thrashed once again. This time, it wasn’t from the sky. It came from a man with long hair who was standing on top of a cliff.

CELESTE The moment between us didn't last as long as it would have, as a bang resounded around the courtyard, after which it was inescapable. It sounded like thunder, but that should have been accompanied by rain or lightning. That was how it worked, right? But I heard nothing of such. Total silence followed soon after, until it resounded once again. Louder this time and more than once. I pushed away from Damon, frowning. “What is that?” I asked.

I argue, hoping to convince him. As Jacob was about to answer, a deafening clap of thunder echoed through the room, catching me completely off guard. My heart raced, and I instinctively clung to Jacob, seeking safety in his arms. "Are you scared of thunder?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. I was about to respond, but my words were stifled by the abrupt sound of windows banging on their own. My curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but ask, "What's that sound?"

His every motion and breath is scorching, adding to the fire in my body. We can’t hear the rain since Tyron's cabin’s roof isn’t composed of galvanized iron. Thunder is the only sound that can be heard. Because we are already on the brink of the water, its roar is audible. It’s frightening to think that something horrible may happen to us while we’re here, since the sea will rise in response to the power of the rain.

And at that moment—there was stillness. A sound broke the air. It was a low sound. It rolled out slowly like thunder building up in the distance. Everyone turned only to notice that the sound had come from Ryker.

The sound rolled outward, rippling through the pack lands like thunder. Vaelorra inhaled sharply. “Oh,” she whispered in reverence and terror. “Good goddess.”