"Iron sleet of arrowy shower hurtles n the darkened air." Thomas Gray

 

“By the sandy water I breathe in the odor of the sea,

From there the wind comes and blows over the world,
By the sandy water I breathe in the odor of the sea,
From there the clouds come and rain falls over the world.”

― Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations