There was an edge to this darkness…. A cold wind was blowing out of the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. – George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones, 1996
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows, listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII