The poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind,and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain. T. B. Aldrich.Poems: Before the Rain.
A storm-cloud lurid with lighting, And a cry of lamentation; Repeated and again repeated, Deep and loud As the reverberation Of cloud answering unto cloud, Swells and rolls away in the distance, As if the sheeted Lightning retreated, Baffled and thwarted by the winds resistance. Longfellow.Christus, The Golden Legend. Epilogue.