Mushrooms emerge overnight with a force Western English has no word for

Evidence

I could spend a whole day listening. And a whole night. And in the morning, without my hearing it, there might be a mushroom that was not there the night before, creamy white, pushed up from the pine needle duff, out of darkness to light, still glistening with the fluid of its passage. Puhpowee. — Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass, 174