Martin Chuzzlewit: It was a dark and stormy night…

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night.

—Charles Dickens, Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit