From Chaos Emerges Grace

And down came the rain in senseless disarray chaotic runnels twisting in sullen contentious gray tides high in tempest pounding pounding wrathful turbulence churning stinging riptide biting then came the winds bending trees to splinter backs calling forth a hundred thousand souls howling from disconsolate depths for three days the torment spent. On the last, a single shaft of brilliance lit on the land, converged upon the sea reflected back from one hundred thousand souls and brought our poet home.