From the last paragraph of this times article on preparations for the cat. 5 hurricane about to touch down in the bayous of southern Alabama and Louisiana
"On a local rock station, in contrast, one could hear the stormy lyrics of the AC/DC hit "Hell's Bells'': 'I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain, I'm comin' on like a hurricane. My lightning's flashing across the sky. You're only young but you're gonna die.'"
Somehow, wrapped as I am in wrangling with issues of emotion (including tears/rage) in cultural criticism and the project of progressive theory and art in general, I can almost feel the wind.
