Stuffiness is often a sign of coming rain. When I got on board the ferry boat, a heavy rain fell, but it could hardly free us of the stuffiness.

When the ferry sailed off Blake Pier, it was still raining cats and dogs. It offered us a distinctive appeal to see the changes of the sky on the sea. They sky was too vast to be included in our field of vision. Clouds of all hues and forms were galloping and tumbling in the sky. Lightning accompanied by thunders were cutting and chopping like sharp swords through the usually large clouds, edging them with golden lace.