Upon the wind, the driving rain does ride,
Constantly pounding droplets blind the sun,
Like cannons shooting at our dome, they stun
The roof above, there is no place to hide.
The torrent falls, beside the ocean side,
We watch the darkened sea, the waves that run.
Too close we camp, and speedily undone:
We'll drown when comes the rising of the tide.

    This world is Venus, Goddess, shining light:
In clouds it drowns, it swims and bathes in rain,
Played out upon the waves, with winds that spin.
Her oceans grey in day, and black in night
Now flood up lonely shores, the land they gain:
The rising surge and swell come smashing in.

                                      1976