thunder-gust

He shuffled, chewed tobacco vehemently, tilted his chair on two legs, broke out in a thunder-gust at last.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 48, October, 1861 Various

But Flor, secretly relishing a good thunder-gust, drew up her knees and sat with equanimity, like a little black judge of the clouds; for, in the moment's dull, indifferent mood, she felt prepared for either fate.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 96, October 1865 Various

The brooding heat of the profligate vegetation; the cool charm of the running water; the terrific splendor of the June thunder-gust in the deep and solitary woods, were all sensual, animal, elemental.

Free Fight (1869–1870) 1918

This kite is to be raised when a thunder-gust appears to be coming on, and the person who holds the string must stand within a door or window or under some cover, so that the silk ribbon may not be wet; and care must be taken that the twine does not touch the frame of the door or window.

A History of Science: in Five Volumes. Volume II: The Beginnings of Modern Science 1904

One time a sloop, in passing by the Dunderberg, was overtaken by a thunder-gust that came scouring round the mountain, and seemed to burst just over the vessel.

Initial Studies in American Letters 1886

Mrs. Hanway-Harley flowed on, sometimes eloquent, always severe, and closed in with a thunder-gust of tears.

The President A novel Alfred Henry Lewis 1885

The response came with such a thunder-gust from the motley crew that the crazy building vibrated to the sound.

The Prince and the Pauper; a tale for young people of all ages 1882

The oppressive afternoon was half spent when a breeze started up, the precursor of a thunder-gust.

A Dream of Empire Or, The House of Blennerhassett William Henry Venable 1878

Various cakes and puddings appeared to attest the industry of the housekeepers; and on the only wet evening, when a wild thunder-gust was sweeping down the valley, they had a wonderful candy-pull, and made enough to give all the cow-boys a treat.

Clover Susan Coolidge 1870

He shuffled, chewed tobacco vehemently, tilted his chair on two legs, broke out in a thunder-gust at last.

Margret Howth, a Story of To-day Rebecca Harding Davis 1870