Stormy skies

Shimla saw such glorious weather last evening.... A mad wind, darkening skies all purple and blue and black, an indecisive patter of rain.

All sounds of all changes,
All shadows and lights
On the world’s mountain-ranges
And stream-riven heights,
Whose tongue is the wind’s tongue and language of storm-clouds on earth-shaking nights....


said Swinburne in his poem "Hertha".


This poem echoes in Vedic ruchas (poems), especially the sonorous sounds of "The non-existent was not; the existent was not at that time. The atmosphere was not nor the heavens which are beyond. What was concealed? Where? In whose protection? Was it water? An unfathomable abyss?"

And

"Darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning. All this was an indistinguishable sea. That which becomes, that which was enveloped by the void, that alone was born through the power of heat".