His hair seemed to stand on end as the lightning hit.

My hair seemed to be standing straight up on end.

Coming nearer, my hair seemed to want to stand up on end.

The impressive black hair seemed to have lost its color.

His white hair seemed to be waving at someone it knew in the next room.

The hair along my arms seemed to crawl in response.

He was the only boy on the island whose hair never seemed to grow.

Her hair seems to be a weapon of its own as well.

Even the dark hair seemed to have lost its shine.

His hair seemed to be standing on end, though it was likely only the effects of the wind.