The word prompt over at OneWord is "drops."
Simply ran out of time for an ending, but this could be played with, I think.
She is an approaching cold front; he feels her heft and the pressure drops around him, enough to plug his ears painfully.
He grips his nose and blows, like he’s been taught in dive school, but there’s no equilibrium. Just a dropping barometric pressure of her presence upon him, washing over him.
He feel like he’s completely underwater now, every sound is muted, but amplified. He hears his heartbeat more than he can feel it.
She speaks, words like a vortex, spiral and angry.
Her words are thunderclaps.