For many minutes it was more like a flood than a rain.

It seemed as though a part of the Pacific Ocean had been scooped up and dropped on them, and in half an hour the creek was a swollen torrent.
The lightning and the crash of thunder terrified Muskwa.

Now he could see Thor in great blinding flashes of fire, and the next instant it was as black as pitch; the tops of the mountains seemed falling down into the valley; the earth trembled and shook--and he snuggled closer and closer to Thor until at last he lay between his two forearms, half buried in the long hair of the big grizzly's shaggy chest.

Thor himself was not much concerned in these noisy convulsions of nature, except to keep himself dry.

When he took a bath he wanted the sun to be shining and a nice warm rock close at hand on which to stretch himself.
For a long time after its first fierce outbreak the rain continued to fall in a gentle shower.