A moment the wild swallows like a flight <br /> Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high, <br /> Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky. <br /> The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight, <br /> The hurrying centres of the storm unite <br /> And spreading with huge trunk and rolling fringe, <br /> Each wheeled upon its own tremendous hinge, <br /> Tower darkening on. And now from heaven's height, <br /> With the long roar of elm-trees swept and swayed, <br /> And pelted waters, on the vanished plain <br /> Plunges the blast. Behind the wild white flash <br /> That splits abroad the pealing thunder-crash, <br /> Over bleared fields and gardens disarrayed, <br /> Column on column comes the drenching rain.<br /><br />Archibald Lampman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thunderstorm/
