The caravan was also a tidy reflection of the primary campaign itself: loud, winding and seemingly endless.
Bleak Weather By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Dear love, where the red lillies blossomed and grew, The white snows are falling; And all through the wood, where I wandered with you, The loud winds are calling; And the robin that piped to us tune upon tune, Neath the elm — you remember, Over tree-top and mountain has followed the June, And left us — December.
That evening, the usual emergency-vehicle sirens seemed especially frequent and jarringly loud; the wind blew so hard that it whistled through all the old house's cracks.
The day was loud with wind and sea and gulls, the straining of the anchored quay, and at our backs the honking cars, the muttered prayers, the clapping hands, the less than half-regarded heavens of the town.
The best, meaning the loudest, will wind up at the dB Drag Racing world finals in Nashville in October.
There were loud rushing winds you could hear.
But I don't recommend fussing with it while your partner is sleeping, as it was a bit loud; you might wind up on the couch.
The effect reminded me of listening to a CD where the softs are too soft and the louds too loud, and you wind up continually adjusting the volume control.
I would have laughed out loud if the wind hadn't been choking down my throat.
