Edgar Allan PoE. The fall of the house of usher (№ 434600)

It was a stormy but strangely beautiful night, its harsh and formidable beauty stunned me. A hurricane must have been born and gathering strength somewhere in the neighborhood, for the direction of the wind changed sharply every now and then; unusually dense, heavy clouds hung very low, touching the towers of the castle, and it was clear that they were rushing from all sides with terrible speed, colliding, - and not being carried away.