Featured Simile

But as for Diomedes, you could not tell if he were with Akhaians or Trojans, for he coursed along the plain most like an April torrent fed by snow, a river in flood that sweeps away his bank; no piled-up dyke will hold him, no revetment shielding the bloom of orchard land, this river suddenly at crest when heaven pours down the rain of Zeus; many a yeoman’s field of beautiful grain is ravaged: even so before Diomedes were the crowded ranks of Trojans broken, many as they were, and none could hold him.
-- Illiad, The - Homer -