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thump

[thəmp]
(engineering acoustics)
Low-frequency transient disturbance in a system or transducer characterized audibly by the vocal imitation of the word.
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thump

A meteorological reading for temperature, humidity, and pressure.
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Whump! In a second of outstretched talons, a twitch of tail feathers and focused eyes, all that remains of the meaty morsel is a greasy stain on a thick leather glove.
For big game hunters the .300 Winchester also provides a little more whump than the .30-06, but not as much recoil as one of the extra-large .300s from the .300 Weatherby on up.
When the muffled "whump" from the front porch penetrates the fog of sleep with a bit more force than usual.
It strikes with a hollow, meaty whump! and penetrates less than half its full length.
The .223 spat, and we all heard the hollow whump of the striking bullet.
She remembered the moment hers burst against the blue sky with a whump, yanking her up so she had to let go of his hand.
As usual, there was a loud "whump" and a pounding pulse in the control room wall every second, as each blade sliced through the wind eddy behind the tower.
Whump! That would be like falling off the top of a refrigerator to get born.
& there was snow gadzooks of it the squelchy hush & sledging whoosh an oodly skitter of wellies a comely whump of sun low up & fog balloons of breathy come dusk come ice come slush-cum-berg a crickle-o-fire nicely tonight a drink of winter swoon a bed a warm already huzzah!
And even before my graphite arrow flashed across the shadowy clearing and thudded home with a solid bone-breaking whump!, I knew the shot would fly true.
You hear this whump, that's from air filling the hole as it goes by you."
At the entrance, a ragged archway tall as the big man I now am, a little dirt was falling like rain and inside, just before the ceiling itself let go and crashed down with a hollow and furious whump, Mickey Alan Crawford had begun slowly sitting up to face us, his watery blue eyes not yet going from amusement to horror, his freckly arms not yet rising to cover his head.