Under the ceaseless conflagration of lightning that flamed in the skies, everything below stood out in cleancut and shadowless distinctness: the bending trees, the billowy river, white with foam, the driving spray of spumeflakes, the dim outlines of the high bluffs on the other side, glimpsed through the drifting cloudrack and the slanting veil of rain.
They believe that "a heart full of anger causes greater destruction than a conflagration" and that controlling anger is one of the basic requirements of self-cultivation.
The smoke drove across the scene of the conflagration, and the wind carried it away.