We wake to sounds of pounding rain,
And howling winds beyond our walls,
That make our shelter creak and strain,
As nature's unchecked fury falls.
The giants of the unseen heights,
Above the clouded canopy,
Decend for violent, crazed delights,
And godlike games of anarchy.
Beneath the turmoil of the air,
We strive to gain some small control,
But as the tumults toss and tear,
Despite our efforts, we must know,
That we, the helpless wriggling prey,
Of some great beast that has us caught,
Through slap and batter, pounce and play,
Must suffer what the fates have wrought.
