grr an Epic Simile??

Here is one straight from Homer’s (not the horse’s) mouth:

As storms of snow descend to the ground incessant on a winter day, when Zeus of the counsels, showing before men what shafts he possesses, brings on a snowstorm and stills the winds asleep in the solid drift, enshrouding the peaks that tower among the mountains and the shoulders out-jutting, and the low lands with their grasses, and the prospering work of men’s hands, and the drift falls along the grey sea, the harbours and beaches, and the surf that breaks against it is stilled, and all things elsewhere it shrouds from above, with the burden of Zeus’ rain heavy upon it; so numerous and incessant were the stones volleyed from both sides, some thrown on Trojans, others flung against the Achaians [i.e., Greeks] by Trojans, so the whole length of the wall thundered beneath them.

Or in simpler terms:

Like the waves at the beach on a stormy day in December incessantly crash against the shore in a never ending parade of angry bombardments, so the man’s financial problems kept piling up one upon the other with unceasing relentlessness.