I do like this poem , a lot

Outscape

by Charles Wright

There's no way to describe how the light splays
                                                    after the storm, under the clouds
Still piled like Armageddon
Back to the west, the northwest,
                                                 intent on incursion.

There's no way to picture it,
                                          though others have often tried to.
Here in the mountains it's like a ricochet from a sea surge,
Meadow grass moving like sea stalks
                                                        in the depths of its brilliance.

"Outscape" by Charles Wright, from Sestets. © Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2009.  (buy now)