🏛️ Hymn 20 - THE CLOUDS [NEPHELAI]

Ærial clouds, thro' heav'n's resplendent plains who wander, parents of prolific rains; Who nourish fruits, whose water'y frames are hurl'd, by winds impetuous, round the mighty world;

All-thund'ring, lion-roaring, flashing fire, in Air's wide bosom, bearing thunders dire Impell'd by ev'ry stormy, sounding gale, with rapid course, along the skies ye fail.

With blowing winds your wat'ry frames I call, on mother Earth with fruitful show'rs to fall.