Just when he thought he must surely die, his ears momentarily filled with the din of the storm.

My ears filled with a rushing sound, and color melted liquidly from the images before me.

His ears filled with roaring, very like the thunder of a river in full flood.

Grasping its edge, I pulled myself down; my ears popping as water filled them.

His ears filled with the screech and yammer of many rats.

He shifted, and his ears filled with the sound of his own motion.

Ryan asked, his ears filled by the noise of the wind hissing through the scrub.

His mouth and ears filled with soot.

It joined the rush of the wind outside, filled her ears, her head.

Even my ears hurt, filled with a stuffy ringing.