Ezekiel
Cirrus clouds stretched across the sky’s frontier foretell the hurricane. And the grizzled man waking by the seawall there, wind-swept by sands as the deep swell nears, receives above the waves when the catastrophe lands a sky-wide judgment in stained rain bands, the reawakened weather spiralling to where Wrath’s centrifugal force surrounds a cylinder of wind and ascending air, where the whipped moisture whisked by the winds whistles to the top of the troposphere – with lifting seas, and blinding sounds – where the Witness is both hearer and seer, awhirl round the Eye, round the Ear, right Here.
Photo credit: Kate Farnady
I like this a lot, and have also enjoyed trying to break it down into lines (by rhyme-words).