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As the storm went on, the loud thunder finally began to abate. The flashes of lightning faded and the wind grew softer. Everyone inside the house felt their fear slowly abate too, becoming less scared as the noise and danger no longer seemed so close.

The storm raged, wind tearing at the house. We huddled together, afraid. Slowly, the fierce howling began to abate, the thunder a little less loud. Hope flickered as the worst of it started to pass.

As the panic of the earthquake subsided, the tremors began to abate. People looked around, breathing easier with each passing minute. The initial terror slowly faded, replaced by cautious relief as the ground settled and silence returned to the neighborhood.

Larry tried to fix his loud, squeaky shoes by stuffing them with cheese, but the noise did not abate—in fact, now every stray mouse in town follows him, hoping for a snack. So, instead of becoming less intense, the chaos only got worse!

The thunderstorm raged, but soon the lightning flashes began to abate, and the booming thunder grew quieter. My cat, who had been hiding under the bed like a fluffy, terrified dust bunny, peeked out. He probably figured the sky monsters were going on a coffee break.

The wars in the Middle East abated somewhat last year, but they have flared up again recently. I hope that the fighting will abate and that a lasting peace can be achieved. The noise from the construction work outside has abated somewhat, but it is still quite loud. Maybe it will abate completely once they finish the job.

Calls for more regulation of the industry have abated since the scandal. However, critics say that the industry has only abated the most blatant forms of corruption. insisted it was doing all it could to abate the flow of migrants. has taken steps to try to abate the spread of the disease.

The noise from the construction outside my apartment abated after a few hours, and I was able to get some sleep. I was grateful for the quiet, but it didn't last long. The work crews were back early the next morning, and the noise began to build again. I called the management office to complain, and they said they would try to get the construction crews to abate the noise. I was happy to have some relief, but it didn't last long.

The hard work she put into the project began to abate the stress she was feeling. Soon, the work was completed and she could relax. The sense of relief was palpable. Abating the hard work had made all the difference.

The woman had been walking for hours, and she was getting tired. She wanted to find a place to rest, but she was afraid that if she stopped, the pain would just get worse. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep going, but she had to try. Just then, she heard a noise in the distance. It was getting closer.

After several hours of being trapped during the storm, we finally saw the water start to abate. The level went down, and the fear in my chest began to ease. With the danger becoming less intense, I could finally think about getting us home safely.

The storm raged for hours, a furious assault that rattled the house. But as dawn broke, the wind began to abate. The relentless drumming of rain lessened, offering a quiet promise that the worst was finally over.

The storm's fury gradually began to abate as the winds softened and rain thinned. Sarah watched through the window, her shoulders relaxing as the thunderous roar outside diminished, signaling the worst had passed and calm was returning.

After three hours of Uncle Morty’s ear-splitting accordion concert, the crowd prayed in unison that the terrible noise would finally abate. As Morty paused to fix a broken key, everyone cheered, convinced that the agony would, at last, become less intense—even if only for a blessed minute.

The relentless tickle of the feather, meant to elicit giggles, began to *abate* after the fifth hour, leaving only a faint, existential dread. My tear ducts, exhausted from mirth, could no longer summon even a saline droplet for this prolonged, absurd torment.

As the storm raged overhead, fear gripped the group huddled in the basement. Hours passed before the roar of the wind began to abate, allowing anxiety to gradually diminish. When the silence finally settled in, palpable relief replaced the earlier sense of panic.

The biting wind began to abate, its ferocity lessening with each passing moment. A palpable relief washed over the huddled villagers as the storm’s menacing intensity started to recede, promising a respite from the relentless onslaught of nature's fury.

The wildfire's ferocity began to abate as firefighters worked tirelessly through the night, their coordinated efforts slowly pushing back against the consuming flames. Smoke thinned, and the relentless heat gradually diminished, offering the first glimmer of hope for the exhausted team.

After Harold attempted his infamous “five-cheese fondue surprise,” the olfactory onslaught in the apartment refused to abate, lingering with relentless fervor. Even the neighbor’s ferret, typically unflappable, embarked on an unprecedented exodus, desperate to escape the noxious miasma that had rendered the hallway virtually uninhabitable.

The cacophony of Aunt Mildred's questionable opera singing, a truly prodigious assault on the tympanic membranes, finally began to abate. Her crescendo of caterwauling mercifully diminished, allowing the beleaguered canaries to tentatively resume their own, far more melodious, arboreal soliloquies.