The land of the barbarians, his father boomed from across the ship's hull.
The skies opened once again as he reached the house, and thunder boomed in the distance.
More thunder boomed. Katie wondered what other kinds of storms the underworld might have. Would it rain something other than black water? With her luck, it'd rain bugs, like the beetle nest she skirted.
It took a short siesta at noon, and boomed once more toward night, as the sun was withdrawing his influence.