A driving autumn rain pattered steadily against the window, drummed on the roof, Gushed from the drain pipes, and angrily stripped the branches of the trees of their gaudy foliage.
"Jane Lends A Hand"
Shirley Watkins
"Au revoir, Lord Quorn," she Gushed.
"A Poached Peerage"
William Magnay
It grew sad; it Gushed out like sobs from a broken heart; then it was quieter, but still full of a softer sorrow; now it was merry and reckless.
"Fairies and Folk of Ireland"
William Henry Frost