I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under;
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1820
The moment I first read Shelley’s wonderful poem, this picture came to my mind but I had lost it and chose to post this excerpt with another image. Now it is found again. So here they are, two favorites who belong together.