Lightning! With starbright, blinding fire
it strikes across the roiling sky
like daemons surging forth in ire,
their warlike tongues a restive choir
invested with a tortured cry

that shakes the gods loose from their thrones
and hurls them down to earth like meat,
no longer pinioned to bones
which clack and rattle like small stones
upon the ground around our feet.

A rage of air and lashing rain
bent on threshing all creation
and sounding like some wretch insane,
its roar a howl of voiceless pain
natured by hell's cursed hydration

in cataracts that drench for hours,
this emperor of weather, crowned
as lord of all the land it scours
reigns upon a realm that cowers
and leaves we subjects mutely drowned.