A 9th century Irish poem, The Viking Terror:

Bitter is the wind tonight,
it tosses the ocean’s white hair:
Tonight I fear not the fierce warriors of Norway,
Coursing on the Irish Sea.

Anonymous poet, translated by Kuno Meyer.

I know it’s a rather flat comparison, but I have sometimes thought similarly on nights when it’s been raining fiercely: “I bet even burglars stay at home on nights like this.”

The poem is from the collection “The School Bag”, eds. Seamus Heaney & Ted Hughes.