The Lay of the Children of Húrin (excerpt)

With winding horns - winter hunted

in the weeping woods, - wild and ruthless;

sleet came slashing - and slanting hail

from glowering heaven - grey and sunless,

whistling whiplash - whirled by tempest.

The floods were freed, - and fallow waters

sweeping seaward, - swollen, angry,

filled with flotsam, - foaming, turbid,

passed in tumult. - The tempest died.

(JRRT)