A bunch of yellow buttercups.
Lightning's evil eye.
A woman drops a flower, and walks on by.
And soon the eyes of the window bang
beneath the hurly-burly hanging over our heads.
The yellow-backed book gets soaking wet.
The rumbling clouds are blue and black.
In the kingdom of hearing two castles collapse
and out jumps that powerful female cat,
the thunderstorm! . . . who glowers
at the drooping flowers.