Whistle

And sometimes trains would cry
in the monstrously hot and humid night
with heartrending and ominous plangency,
mingling power and hysteria
in one desperate scream.

— Vladimir Nabokov, "Lolita"

Storm

As happens with me
at periods of electrical disturbance
and crepitating lightning,
I had hallucinations.

— Vladimir Nabokov, "Lolita"