One to the Other, Another to the Next

The fear of lightning and fierce thunder
Robs his tired limbs of rest
As gnats and flies buzz furiously around.

Alas, his fears were justified
The Heavens thunders and roar and majestically
Cuts the head off the wheat and damages the grain.

Vivaldi again. This time, I believe, the final movement, Presto, from the Summer concerto of the Four Seasons.