For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.
Every once in a very long while, Lord Tywin Lannister would actually threaten to smile; he never did, but the threat alone was terrible to behold.
A man agrees with god as a raindrop agrees with the storm
The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)