Raindrift

The fierce wind drove a raindrift in at the open door, as two men, drenched from head to foot, but vested as Benedictine monks, entered.

Tiny pools diversified the surface of the well-made road, which, as they advanced farther and farther into the open country, was swept by raindrifts, driven furiously before the rising wind, that whistled through the naked trees[…]

Then there was stamping on the gravel and murmurs of voices; then silence preceding the snap of a whip, and, finally, a rolling of wheels down the avenue, lost in the roaring of the wind and the rattle of the dismal raindrifts[…]