It came and roared from the deepest sky
From afar, and a shaken still;
Then cracked and shook and thundered by
And bent us, to its, will.
It framed its times of night and day
With a sky all cloaked with haze;
And carried its sound of deafening peace
Then buried it, in its maze.
It hid its pain in its folds of rain,
When sudden, it showed its glare;
Then plunged its pressured, timeless face
Within its spiraled, pure colored air.