Brief violent storm

Usage examples of squall.

As to ascertaining if a squall had blown it on the landing-place, half way up, that was impossible in the dark.

And there old Bongo sits on the edge of the roof with the baby in his arms, and the baby is squalling quite some, and Bongo is making funny noises, and showing his teeth as the folks commence gathering in the street below.

The little girl began squalling again as she was handed over, but Bora took no heed.

Let me put it like this: by comparison, the squalling cacodemons were quiet and melodious.

Scott Covey was being judged harshly was because some people said he should have known about the squall.

Along the aisles set between the trees, children played and squalled, and old people sat dozily on wrought iron benches in a seemingly impossible co-existence.

Directly before him, a squalling eggling, frozen mere feet from the safety of a rock-niche.

His parachute was equipped with an emergency beeper that would have squalled over Guard channel if he had ejected, but nothing had been heard that afternoon.

We left the Elderling tent billowing in the wind and fled a promised summer squall.

At last there is a stuttering of three explosions, and a huge squall of smokestone kecks up from porous earth and uncoils in a smog that expands fast to clog the channel the graders have made, and moves slower as it begins to set.

Jack, the kookaburra, was jealous of new birds and Cocky squalled from the top of the wagon.

A couple of minutes later, Ed Laster, in the adjacent search sector to the south, suddenly dropped a smoke light to mark his position and began to circle, reporting some ships ahead partially obscured by a rain squall.

I run the channel of Piombino in a mistral, shoot the Faro of Messina in a white squall, double Santa Maria di Leuca in a breathing Levanter, and come skimming up the Adriatic before a sirocco that is hot enough to cook my maccaroni, and which sets the whole sea boiling worse than the caldrons of Scylla.

A squall came up, and only the favor of Saint Lier brought us to a small island none of us knew, somewhere near the Sorrows.

An unexpected motherliness in her manner coupled with an unequivocal and protective menace dispatched the men to their tasks and further postponed the squall of questions that had been brewing all day.