See, where on high the moving masses, piled <br />By the wind, break in groups grotesque and wild, <br />Present strange shapes to view; <br />Oft flares a pallid flash from out their shrouds, <br />As though some air-born giant 'mid the clouds <br />Sudden his falchion drew.<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-storm-simile/
