The gathered storme is rype; the bigge drops falle; The forswat meadowes smethe, and drenche the raine; The comyng ghastness do the cattle pall, And the full flockes are drivynge ore the plaine; Dashde from the cloudes, the waters flott againe; The welkin opes, the yellow levynne flies, And the hot fierie smothe in the wide lowings dies.

Forswat, sunburned.