Vapour clashes in the vortex
    Like brewing broth in caldron black
    Lightning lashes the horizon
    Like splintered shards of broken sky
    Thunder crashes through the silence
    Like devilled drums of godly war
    Sheet-rain splashes in the mud-dust
    Like horses’ hooves on battle ground
    Sunlight flashes through the storm-veil
    Like soothing spells to tame the waves
    Sodden ashes quench the spirit
    Like phoenix flames that rise on wing

    — Wayne Visser