I cannot but be grieved to go from my native land, and especially from that part of it for whom and with whom I desired only to live; yet the dreadful apprehensions I have of what is coming upon this land may help to make me submissive to this providence, though more bitter.
I'm watching the Weather Channel more than I've ever watched it. I'm scared to death it's going to rain.
War seems to come out of nowhere, like rust that suddenly pops up on iron after a storm.