It grew louder and louder, and approached swiftly--straight from the warm Pacific.

Thor grew uneasy, and sniffed in the face of it.

Livid streaks began to criss-cross a huge pall of black that was closing in on them like a vast curtain.

The stars began to go out.
A moaning wind came.

And then the rain.
Thor had found a huge rock that shelved inward, like a lean-to, and he crept back under this with Muskwa before the deluge descended.