Silver is the rain and the sighing of the flutes....
Drums for the thunder.
Trumpets sounding, with horns colliding, furious their clashing;
Lightning, hurled from the heavens.
So for music, and the soundings of the storm.
I was listening to the sound of thunder, and to music, deep and slow, when there came a crack louder than the rest as lightning fell to earth, and all to the sound of trumpets.... The music and the storm, sounding together.