Thence to the topmost clouds a tube it throws,
But of a substance so exceeding rare....
But when it was quite gorged it then withdrew
The foot that on the sea beneath had grown,
And o'er the heavens in fine it raining flew,
The jacent waters watering with its own.
The storm at sea reminds us of Æschylus in splendour:
The winds were such, that scarcely could they shew
With greater force or greater rage around,
Than if it were this purpose then to blow