Generally the thunder-storms came in the afternoon, but once I saw one at sunrise, driving down the high mountain valleys toward us. It was a very beautiful and almost terrible sight; for the sun rose behind the storm, and shone through the gusty rifts, lighting the mountain-crests here and there, while the plain below lay shrouded in the lingering night. The angry, level rays edged the dark clouds with crimson, and turned the downpour into sheets of golden rain; in the valleys the glimmering mists were tinted every wild hue; and the remotest heavens were lit with flaming glory.

The weather in New York, it fluctuates so much. Some days it's humid, some days you have a thunderstorm.

Sydney in the 1960s wasn't the exuberant multicultural metropolis it is today. Out in the city's western reaches, days passed in a sun-struck stupor. In the evenings, families gathered on their verandas waiting for the 'southerly buster' - the thunderstorm that would break the heat and leave the air cool enough to allow sleep.

As we all know, when you're an athlete things are a little bit easier for you. It didn't mean that what was going on inside my heart wasn't a bit of a thunderstorm, but outwardly I got along ok. I was really shy in seventh grade.

In case of a thunderstorm, stand in the middle of the fairway and hold up a one iron. Not even God can hit a one iron.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

I love that if there's a thunderstorm, then I can sleep through the night while everyone else is awake. I love that if I have a headache and there's lots of noise around me, I can just switch off my hearing aid so it's nice and quiet.

You don't sleep anymore, but at the same time, you have this strength that comes from this life that has just arrived. It's a big cliche how your priorities change, but every parent knows that sometimes there's a thunderstorm, and you look at his eyes, and everything is all right. It is a revolution of everything you feel.

I think there's a poet who wrote once a tragedy by Shakespeare, a symphony by Beethoven and a thunderstorm are based on the same elements. I think that's a beautiful line.

I get my best ideas in a thunderstorm. I have the power and majesty of nature on my side.

A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.

Yes, Dan'l Webster's dead - or, at least, they buried him. But every time there's a thunderstorm around Marshfield, they say you can hear his rolling voice in the hollows of the sky.

I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.

I had my baby outside in a thunderstorm. It was really romantic.