Presently they moved away, and he fell into an uneasy sleep, or rather doze, from which he was awakened after a while by a heavy rumbling sound of a distant cannonade.
The boy sprang up, wondering why any one should wish to renew the battle in the middle of the night, and then he saw that it was no battle.

The sound was thunder rolling heavily on the southern horizon, and the night had become very dark.

Vivid flashes of lightning cut the sky, and a strong wind rushed among the trees.

Heavy drops of water struck him in the face and then the rain swept down.
Dick did not seek protection from the storm, nor did any of those near him.

The cool drops were grateful to their faces after the heat and strife of the day.