HP Pondcraft.com.

The solemn tones of an old cathedral clock have announced midnight.

The air is thick and heavy, a strange death-like stillness pervades all nature.

Like the ominous calm which precedes some more than usually terrific outbreak of the elements.

They seem to have paused even in their ordinary fluctuations,

to gather a terrific strength for the great effort.

A faint peal of thunder now comes from far off.

Like a signal gun for the battle of the winds to begin, it appeared to awaken them from their

lethargy, and one awful warring hurricane swept over a whole city, producing more devastation in the four

or five minutes it lasted than what a half century of ordinary phenomena.

It was as if some giant had blown upon some toy town and scattered many of the buildings before the hot blast of his terrific breath,

for as suddenly as that blast of wind had come did it cease, and all was as still and calm as before.

P. Geez, Chad, I wish I brought my umbrella.

Because those opening paragraphs are very rainy and stormy.

Yeah, they were. And they're from Varnie the Vampire by James Malcolm. because those opening paragraphs are very rainy and stormy.

Yeah, they were.

And they're from Barney the Vampire

by James Malcolm Reimer,

and you're listening to the H.P. Lovecraft literary podcast.

Here at H.P.P.

Come, I'm Chadfeifer.

And I'm Chris Laki, and our reader is one of our favorite Brits John Hancock.

...