Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you've drench'd our steeples m drown'd the clocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! and thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the think rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!

Shakespeare
King Lear