Now it is almost night, from the bronzey soft sky
jugfull after jugfull of pure white liquid fire, bright white
tipples over and spills down,
and is gone
and gold-bronze flutters bent through the thick upper air
And as the electric liquid pours out, sometimes
a still brighter white snake wriggles among it, spilled
and tumbling wriggling down the sky:
and then the heavens cackle with uncouth sounds.
And the rain won't come, the rain refuses to come!
This is the electricity that man is supposed to have mastered
chained,subjugated to his use!
supposed to!
This single line stanza is separated from the others, for emphasis. The two phrases with the two references to ‘rain’ are repeated and personified. It is stubborn and resists human longing for the storm to break. Lawrence is saying that the storm is more powerful than arrogant humans and chooses to defy us.
Storm in the Black Forest