It was a dark and stormy night in which I read Charles Dickens.
I read till late, till Book the Second made way to Book the Third, fittingly entitled "The Track of a Storm".
I stopped then and listened to the thunder shake my little house, and wondered at how awful and awe-inspiring it must be to see the sea rise in a storm like this one.
"But, there were other echoes, from a distance, that rumbled menacingly in the corner all through this (little) space and time. And it was now... that they began to have an awful sound, as of a great storm in France with a dreadful sea rising." ~A Tale of Two Cities
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