the great god Pan throws a storm

and he doesn't muck about, Pan

...
utterly demented hailstorm
right now, still
bashcrashbattering on the roof of the car
at first a few clicks but then the
clattering batter
peasized and billionfold
a thickpour soaking you in ten seconds as you
run from garage to door
a once-in-a-century style storm
glowering depthless greyness
crashing thunder and
startling lightning
the streets of bucketing rain aired with craziness
with overover energy
with drenching downflooding chaos
the pavements a scatter a sprawl of tidal hail
...

the kind of storm which
ruins crops
ruins farmers