But never have I been a blue calm sea I have always been a storm.
I've got the weight of a rather tempestuous life to carry.
In Scotland, beautiful as it is, it was always raining. Even when it wasn't raining, it was about to rain, or had just rained. It's a very angry sky.
I'm a living sunset, lightning in my bones.
Weather forecast for tonight: dark.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Romance is tempestuous. Love is calm.
That mist was thick. It was hard to see at times. The wind was wild. It'd come at me one way and hit me from the front, and hit me from the back.
The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
The wind at Candlestick tonight is blowing with great propensity.
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
