text_original: But he sat there under the leaves with his arm about me until a blinding bolt split the blackness of the sky and the thunder rent our ears, and a Caribbean storm broke over Temple Bow with all the fury of the tropics.
text_transcription: BUT HE SAT THERE UNDER THE LEAVES WITH HIS ARM ABOUT ME UNTIL A BLINDING BOLT FLIT THE BLACKNESS OF THE SKY AND THE THUNDER RENT OUR EARS AND A CARIBBEAN STORM BROKE OVER TEMPLE BOW WITH ALL THE FURY OF THE TROPICS
phonemes: bˌʌt hiː sˈæt ðɛɹ ˌʌndɚ ðə lˈiːvz wɪð hɪz ˈɑːɹm ɐbˌaʊt mˌiː ʌntˈɪl ɐ blˈaɪndɪŋ bˈoʊlt splˈɪt ðə blˈæknəs ʌvðə skˈaɪ ænd ðə θˈʌndɚ ɹˈɛnt ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɪɹz, ænd ɐ kˌæɹəbˈiən stˈɔːɹm bɹˈoʊk ˌoʊvɚ tˈɛmpəl bˈoʊ wɪð ˈɔːl ðə fjˈʊɹɹi ʌvðə tɹˈɑːpɪks.